"If this were a cartoon, instead of a bell ringing I'd have a crackhead playing a glockenspiel." He always felt his best ideas came after having a couple of cigarettes up on the roof.
"Don't be a jack-ass. We just smoked a joint the size of a tree trunk. Yer just as stupid as you've always been," she replied.
"She's just depressed and mad," he thought. "If I beat her to this, she's all done."
His thoughts began to drift again.
"If she's depressed and mad, wouldn't that make her both blue and red?"
"You're purple, girly-girl!"
"I'm what?"
"Never mind, let's go down and have a snack. I'm starving."
She still won, again.
THE END.
Friday, March 19, 2010
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