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Miscellaneous thoughts and ramblings
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Fortune Cookie, Part VII
Your winsome smile will be your sure protection.

I was bound to get a stupid one sooner or later.
Why is it stupid? Your smile is winsome.
This is one of those times when I enter the coffehouse and feel like I'm intruding. Pardon me, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. Oven? Is that your name? Could you give me a glimpse of that smile so I could keep up with the back and forth?
This is also one of those times where "in bed" doesn't really cut it. Smile ain't no "sure protection" in bed, if you know what I'm talkin' about.
Well, hello Ayelet.

My name is Oven Osbourne. My friends call me Oven.

Dr. Bean mocks my grotesque visage. My "smile" is the drooling maw of a sleestak. It inspires fear. My eyes are black vacuous orbs, devoid of emotion. My skin is brown and scaly. Let's face it, I'm a hideous monster and the human race has driven most of my kind to the center of the earth.

Thanks for asking.
Oh great, now Ayelet is going to leave. I just brewed a fresh pot.
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