Oh, for the love of all that is holy, why do I put up with this crap?
Last month, for my birthday, it was Mariachis and a giant sombrero.
I guess that was just to warm me up for the Really Important stuff.
"Of course I would love to go to the park on Sunday and cheer you on while you practise swordplay"
It is called Sarcasm: look it up! Seriously, buy a clue, would you?
A bit part in the local community theater production of Shakespeare does not make you a Master Thespian
Neither does scooping up horse poop during intermission at Medieval Times
You work at Best Buy for crying out loud
And the only reason I agreed to this date was so you would get me that plasma TV on discount
Hey, thanks for everything but I really gotta bounce.
(that sexy lute player wants to go to the Cinemark and see Pirates of the Caribbean)
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