So what's the secret Max? The secret? I don't know. I guess you’ve just gotta find something you love to do and then... do it for the rest of your life. Mmm, I'm a little bit lonely these days. The truth is, neither one of us has the slightest idea where this relationship is going. We can't predict the future. Never in my wildest imagination did I ever dream I would have sons like these. I was punched
in the face what's your excuse? Cat Stevens - The Wind.
We both have dead people in our families. Were you in the shit? Yeah, I was in the shit. She's sweet but she's fucked-up. What kind of fish? Barracuda, stingrays, electric eels, trout, hammerheads, piranha, giant squid, octopi... I don't give a shit about the barracudas, fuck it! I'm building it anyway. I didn't know we were going to dinner. Well, that's because you weren't invited. I'll show you the door. I'll just go back out the window.
Dear Max, I am sorry to say that I have secretly found out that Mr. Blume is having an affair with Miss Cross. My first suspicions came when I saw them Frenching in front of our house. And then I knew for sure when they went skinny dipping in Mr. Blume's swimming pool, giving each other handjobs while you were taking a nap on the front porch.
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