#276 STAB FIGHT.
friday. i missed you so much. my god!
it is no secret that i like skittles. if you were to meet me, i believe you would come to that conclusion without skittles ever having entered the conversation. i think it is because i am jolly as fuck.
i could never stop and watch a knife fight. ‘puncturing skin with any sharp apparatus’ is something i find entirely unnerving. if the knife fight is consensual, then i would probably move on and desperately try to redirect my thoughts to something more pleasant, like skittles or a rainbow sunset made of skittles. if the knife fight is one-sided, i might call the police while moving quickly away from the scene. unless i was with someone else, then my confidence would be bolstered, and i’d probably be brave enough to get stabbed trying to stop a knife fight. like a real sucker.
anyway, may friday tell you all about the good old days while you two drink lemonade on the porch.
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