Meet Willie
His name is Willie. He’s a boy. He’s fat and he has no balls, but he’s still a boy.
No more androgyny in my apartment.
Irony, part 2
We can have a debate as to whether or not this is ironic, but I couldn’t think of a better word. I was having coffee with an ex girlfriend today, and she suddenly whips it out and starts nursing her 8 month old son. I appreciate the beauty of life, the sanctity of the mother-child relationship, yadda yadda yadda, but I couldn’t help but purposely look the other way. Maybe I was a little jealous, I don’t know. Sensing my discomfort, she began talking about setting me up with one of her friends. Was I wrong to jump on that like a sack of tangerines? Maybe it was just a convenient changing of the subject.
Here is a link to Irony part one. And this is a completely different ex.
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