Saturday, April 22, 2017
Standards of Beauty
-My first husband was ugly. Like, I mean
“Meet-him-on-the-street-and-scream!” ugly.
-So nobody would steal him?
-You'd think. But Ugly became the vogue and
I had to fight the women off of him!
-What happened to the lovely blond hunks?
-Drug on the market, so they became queer for
each other
-Nothing happens in a vacuum.
-Uh huh? Especially the one in their collective head!
-Now now! So cruel to the boy dolls!
-I suppose. Our...uh...conversations, yours and mine,
always end up stupid shit, don’t they?
-Awaiting the right subject.
-You have patience!
-Only thing I’ve learned.
Labels: junks, low conversation, patience, queer, ugly men
