Because five years is so obvious.

5.02.2007

Facade

I'm sick of pretending.

Oatmeal: I'm done with you. You've used up all your chances. I'm sorry, but just don't like you that way. For breakfast. Or any other meal.

2 comments:

Brian said...

WOOOOHOOOOO! MORE FOR ME! MORE FOR ME!

"Forget about her, oatmeal. We didn't need her anyway. You know I'm the only one for you." Brian then took oatmeal in his arms and kissed her, deeply and passionately.

marta said...

That's gross. You should stop commenting drunk.