there's an unspoken ideal that men spend their entire lives searching for. that one, perfect, precious angel who's never pooted. when people break-up, most women will say it was a lack of this or a lack of that, but men don't think that way. they know better. she pooted.
had i known i would find my own pootless one in a pool hall, i wouldn't have spent so much consternation in libraries and grocery stores. that's where they seem most likely to be. but whether by sound or by linger, i moved on when they pooted.
and when she forgets to order water, red bulls, heineken, or rents out table 8, i will always forgive. i'll never tell her how much she means to me, i promise, as long as she never poots.
3 comments:
nice picture. but does she fart?
she can't even spell it.
IF that is how you rate women- you've got a lot of growing up to do!
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