Tuesday, September 19, 2017
The Controller
-That Ratchel-Ann Romphe
will drive me up the highest
possible wall!
-There to say a few...
-Very few!
-And...?
-Plunge to my death sans women!
-Especially controlling ones!
-Curse! My White Whale!...and very
nearly as big.
-Ah hah! But she does you good too.
-Name one instance!
-She makes shy people grow some balls!
-That’s not an instance!
-Okay. When the dining room only had
orange juice?
-Which wrecks my stomach! Oy it does!
-She needled you until you got them
to stock Apple.
-Oh I would have fought that through
myself.
-Probably. And in slow motion. And...
many stop-frames.
-What’s always the hurry? How nervous
do you wanna get all the time?
-Anyway, lots of apples would remain
uncrushed!
-All right all right! Point taken.
-God sent her.
-Not enough is said about His triply
wicked sense of humor.
Labels: ;, Battle of Sexes, controlling, friends, identity, rationalization, shyness, timidity
