Saturday, March 21, 2015
Yes, the Neighborhood Is Vulgar. No, It’s Not Always Unwise
-She says she can’t live without me!
-What do you say?
-Not much. I hardly know her. She’s making me up, and then
falling in love with the, the...making-up-thing that she...
-That’s cuz you’re handsome!
-(soft) And stupid.
-But, you’re a man! Have you shown her that you’re a man!
-Not really.
-What’re you waiting for? What you think SHE’s waiting for?
-For ME!
-Damn straight!
-Well off he goes! Romance in his pants! We’re not doing her any favors.
-Hey! That’s love. And insanity. She’ll get over him FAST!
-And we don’t even know if our hero can get it up.
-Evidence from the Y’s shower room indicates a miraculous
surplus available! Could have charged admission.
-Having anything doesn’t mean you know how to use it.
-A freak with the IQ of a rubber plant!
-His mother speaks well of him.
-And his Aunt Dot?
-Of nobody!--Albert Schweitzer and Mother Teresa made to feel
like crumb-buns.
-I can’t help it! I love that kind of woman!
-You’re sick!
-Ah yes!
Labels: critic, endowned, enfatuation, Mother Teresa, neighborhood, Romance, Schweitzer, vulgar, Woman
