“Fortune tellers are bullshit,” he said.
“They may be,” she retorted, “but I might remind you that your partner disagrees.”
He wasn’t ready for this and it stuck inside his cranium like an al dente noodle.
“Yeah well, suckers are born every minute and suckers partner up every minute.”
“Smart,” she said. “Make a mountain from a molehill and a war from a woe-is-me.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” he yelled.
“Man, do you hear yourself? Your lips keep smacking, mistake after mistake after mistake. Man, woman, child, your stubbornness knows no bounds. You should accentuate the positives of your girl, eliminate the negatives. That’s what a man does.”
“They may be,” she retorted, “but I might remind you that your partner disagrees.”
He wasn’t ready for this and it stuck inside his cranium like an al dente noodle.
“Yeah well, suckers are born every minute and suckers partner up every minute.”
“Smart,” she said. “Make a mountain from a molehill and a war from a woe-is-me.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” he yelled.
“Man, do you hear yourself? Your lips keep smacking, mistake after mistake after mistake. Man, woman, child, your stubbornness knows no bounds. You should accentuate the positives of your girl, eliminate the negatives. That’s what a man does.”
“What a man does?” he yelled. Do me a favor, look up ‘man’ in the dictionary.”
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