Today I realized that my last romantic relationship was much like an exerpt from Alice in Wonderland. It's the bit where Alice rescues a baby from the clutches of the abusive scullery maid only to find that the precious child was nothing more than a pig in a blanket.
As much as I want to justify the strong feelings that I had, I can't seem to squint at it enough to make it anything more than the pig that it was.
And it was an ugly pig.
With gas.
2 comments:
Speak roughly to your little boy
And beat him when he sneezes --
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.
Pepper! More pepper!
You are funny, Jack. Is that the voice of experience I hear? Achooo!
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