Aug 26, 2008
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Bedtime Stories

“Listen. Bed. P*rn. Me. And nothing happened!”
“How long did you stay there?”
“My disappointment cannot tolerate another hour. We bailed after the first.”
“That’s 3 hours fully paid for – down the drain!”
“My momma told me never to cry over spilled milk.”
“What MILK?!”
10 minutes.
“What made him think of bringing you there to that place anyway?”
“His exact words – recreation.”
“Recreate the p*rn that’s on Channel 2?” Snort.
“He talked so much. He wouldn’t even stop when I told him, enough.”
“How was his conversational skills?”
“I like you. Let me explain the ways.
“That’s Shakespeare gone bad!”
“Or YouP*rn gone bad.”
“He didn’t get you.”
“Not any of me.”
“Did you want him to?”
“Gahh… it’s a paperbag moment.”
“C’mon. The guy respected you. That’s something.”
“I want my brother to respect me, my dad,  my male cousins.  Not the boy I liked!”
“But you don’t like him!”
“Exactemente.”
“He must be the sorriest loser in this planet.”
“For all I know, he already jumped off the bridge and died.”
“I feel sorry for the river.”

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2 Comments

  • i wonder if there could have been a different tone in the conversation if something happened…

    hhmmmm……

  • naligaw, tumingin, nagbasa, nangiti, umalis. =)

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