Monday, December 18, 2006
Girlfriends
-I woke up with Santa Claus.
-Jesus! Was he dressed?
-Jacket. Fake fur nice to the touch.
-Who was he, reallly?
-I told you.
-Mrs Claus’ll be pissed.
-Hey! She never appreciated his hard work
-You did, right?
-Pass.
-What do you actually remember?
-What I always remember. The experience that’s the same.
-Bitter?
-No. No up, down. Living in steady-state irony.
-You need a baby.
-I need a brain.
-I woke up with Santa Claus.
-Jesus! Was he dressed?
-Jacket. Fake fur nice to the touch.
-Who was he, reallly?
-I told you.
-Mrs Claus’ll be pissed.
-Hey! She never appreciated his hard work
-You did, right?
-Pass.
-What do you actually remember?
-What I always remember. The experience that’s the same.
-Bitter?
-No. No up, down. Living in steady-state irony.
-You need a baby.
-I need a brain.
