Love and arbitrary social concerns kept them apart.
My phone and I shared a retro virus.
He could not believe it was actually butter.
He fed the computer virus lots of spam.
“No. Chia pets are not personal ‘wig growers.’”
He loved every person. A vast, unrequited love.
His only friends were other people’s balloon animals.
The cat burglar only stole a dog once.
He culturally appropriated every one of her friends.
The barrister had law degrees from “the” Earl.
“No, no, no. I went to ‘Scoff-law’ school. “
He believed her like he believed in aliens.
“It’s stupid.”
“‘Jim-Bob’s Curly-Whorley Disco-Dance Club for Smarty-Pants-People?!?”
“Fat chance!”
“How’d you know my rapper name?”
“I cannot love you more than he does.”
He longed for love but got shorted often.
He ran for office, but got a cramp.
She died knowing death had not won… yet.
“Did you really think this’d solve it?”
“Yes… ?”
“Check out Bobo the Clown!”
“That’s our boss…”