Tumbleweed rolled by. Shootout
music played. Trigger fingers itched. Only one question remained: Who would catch
the most Pokemon?
***
“My dog ate my homework,” you said.
I scoffed.
You showed me the remains.
My advice: Next time write on paper, not ham.
I scoffed.
You showed me the remains.
My advice: Next time write on paper, not ham.
***
Pistols at dawn. Twenty paces and
turn. Bang! Bang! Too bad I bribed his second last night. He’s shooting blanks.
I ride into the sunrise.
***
We almost didn’t meet, ships
passing in the night. I never thought to be glad for an iceberg.
* Mwa ha ha.
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