Dear CB:
Everyone goes through Dancing Barefoot on Broken Glass Relationships to find the real one. And you're seven. To Hell with The Slide Girl. Hope your Mom (Our Name is Blog)keeps this post for you and lets you read it about 15 years from now.
I agree with your dad, ignore her.
Your Aunt in Dallas that you don't even know,
Bj
I love the internet. I was going to post something about a friend of mine's bad blind date, it was just too funny. So we start talking and I find a website called http://www.baddatehaiku.tumblr.com/- some girls in NYC started it, and if you want to laugh you ass off, go there. And then lets all write one too, you all are twisted enough to come up with some good stuff. and hey, we've ALL been there. Just some more than others.
I'll start
I'm smiling through this hell
You've given me more advice than my counselor
I think I saw a window in the bathroom
OR
I'm smiling through this boring hell
Glad you're willing NOT to teach me golf
you should have that thing on your face removed
OR
Is that your real hair?
The eighties called
They don't even want it back
OR
Excuse me while I take this call
What? My house is on fire?
I love my girlfriends
your turn
LYDontCallMeI'llCallYou Guts,
Bj
4 comments:
Awwww you are sweet BJ and complicated boy thanks you. Today he went for a haircut and had them BUZZ IT ALL OFF. Isn't that something we would do? Shear our locks and rent our clothing?
Love stinks, indeed. Obviously i need to feed his Oedipus complex more.
Not enough wine (or maybe too much?) to compose at the moment. Haiku Monday, maybe?
I went on a blind date once and the guy ordered for me. His choice? A fish sandwich. In Norman, OK. In August. Gawd.
And his name was Denton.
JESUS.
Or as Zoe would say, "Good Lord, Baby Hay-suess..."
It cracks me up. Every. Single. Time.
I promise when I have chardonnay in hand I will play--but yours are awesome!!!
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