The other night Eric was struggling to decide whether or not to skip school the next day.
"Would you still love me if I skipped school?" he asked.
"I'd still love you no matter what."
"Even if I put cockroaches in your bed?"
"I'd be really pissed, but eventually I'd forgive you, if you baked me lots of cookies."
pause
"What if they were cockroach cookies?"
Good thing cockroaches are in such short supply in this city.
"Would you still love me if I skipped school?" he asked.
"I'd still love you no matter what."
"Even if I put cockroaches in your bed?"
"I'd be really pissed, but eventually I'd forgive you, if you baked me lots of cookies."
pause
"What if they were cockroach cookies?"
Good thing cockroaches are in such short supply in this city.
posted by cm at 1:31 PM
1 Comments:
What if the cockroaches live in your books? And hang about the pages that you really wish you could read, but are too busy to truly digest properly. And then what if they sit on your pillow and pepper you with nasty close-reading-cockroach questions - using some Joycean nightmare diatribe about MSG and verbosity and stream of conciousness and rotten tomatoes and disco rice. Then what would you do? are you prepared? Prepared for the intellectual insect invasion?
You be new yorker now. must be exposed to everything, one. :)
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