Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Want some of my lollipop?? Stan is sitting in his chair and pretending to be working, as my friend and I are discussing the upcoming softball game. �So, give the cherry lollipop to THAT guy. You know which one. The tall, skinny, blue eyed one*. Tell him something witty, like �If you like her cherry lollipop, there is more where it came from.� And wink. Wink is important. But seriously, there�s more where it came from, literally like a whole drawer.� I pat my drawer and pull it open. It�s full of lollipops. �Also, here, here�s one for his friend. The one with socks. I loved his socks. Oh everybody jumped on the sock-bandwagon? Well, he is the trend setter. He THE original sock man. Tell him this is from the creepy girl who kept staring at his socks and loved them. Yea. Tell him that.� She listens. Stan, presumably, listens too. �You can have a lollipop, too. Cotton candy? Ah, yea, nobody likes cotton candy flavored ones. Fine, artificial mango. That�s totally you. Here. But the lollipop, the cherry one, that�s important.� Then she left. Stan was jealous. Other men in my life?! Oh no! ----* This description also fits Stan. Hmm I see a pattern... 12:28 a.m. - August 06, 2010 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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