I was out with a woman – a real one, this time – and two hours into it I looked at my beer and decided I hated it passionately and for the next fifteen minutes became exhausted by the wallpaper and the other clientele, and totally forgot every word in the English language, and rambled on about something, and hoped aloud that she would forgive me for having such a localized aneurysm that had as to which temporarily removed any form of charm or grace from me for five straight minutes.
It makes you wonder why we’re even let outside sometimes.
^^^^^^^^^^I wonder this all the time^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
