>There once was a man from Peru
>Who dreamed he was eating his shoe
>He woke with a freight
>In the middle of the night
>To find that his dream had come true
>
>I hate seeing co-workers in public
>But I love meeting people online
>I think I just love mystery
>What do they look like in full?
>What do they sound like?
>What color are their eyes?
>I wonder how close they are
>I know where my co-workers live
> and I know what they all look like
> and how they all sound
>I know mannerisms
> and speech patterns
> and tone
>But my online friends?
> They can be anyone I want them to be
>They can sound how I imagine them
>They can be attractive as I can imagine
>I'm ready to move on from this.
>It's boring.
>
>I played Saints Row IV a while back
>The game is a lot more fun
> but a lot slower
> if you don't use cheat codes
>Except the story is meh
>why even have cars when I can
> fly through the air?
>
>There he was.
>His chest chested, chestily
>She sat in a corset on the floor
> her eyes weeping with the vision
> of her lover in his chestiness
>They embrace, their chests chesting
> together in tandem as the world
> swirled around them
>
>Imagine this:
> A duck with a top hat, but only the rim.
> rap duck
> Duck with a record on its head
> Duck Duck Tunes!
>
>PEBKAC <3