Good evening,
That's a really white shirt you're wearing. It sure looks expensive, yes sir. Broadcloth is it? It compliments your pants nicely. Do you mind if we don't sit and eat at the dining room table? That's more like it. I find it's much more comfortable to plop down in on the couch, and watch TV, with the plate balanced on your lap. I'm not one to boast, but have you ever noticed just how red I am? I've also been told that I'm quite runny, and tend to splatter with the best of them. No, no, don't bother cutting that noodle into smaller pieces; just slurp it through those wonderful lips of yours. Those pants, are they wool? May I say I really like that light, tan color? Judging by those crisp creases, you've spent a good deal of time ironing them. Very nice. Maybe you feel tired from work? Put your plate on the couch beside you, and let me slowly edge to the side. You're considering salad? What are you, gay? Sorry, it's just that I'm feeling saucy. Don't mind me, I'll find a way to get onto your clothing, somehow. Your collar needed color, anyway. I'm a sauce, it's what I do.
No comments:
Post a Comment