Thursday, September 11, 2014

Time Marches On


"Don't just stand there, go outside, where we were just moments ago and inexplicably left to come back inside. Probably so that I could tell you to go outside again."

What word are you afraid to think of, Carol? Is it "minutes" - is it because you know that, in whatever nightmare dimension you inhabit, the concept of "minutes" equates to a torturously long, interminable, tedious span of time? E.g., this conversation that has probably taken place over the course of "minutes" but started like, a month ago. I think. Who knows, Tommie's been wearing that shirt for "days."

4 comments:

molly said...

Yes, Old Luann!! Don't let decades of rejection and apathy steer you away from the man you're obsessed with! It's not like he jumped on a horse and blindly ran into the wilderness as soon as you arrived or anything! Or... wait...

Anonymous said...

After riding around for weeks in the wilderness, I think Jack may need a few ''minutes'' with a shower... but then again, Carol must be so used to the funk of Tommie's pink turtleneck, that Jack's musky aroma will be a pleasant change of pace.

Anonymous said...

Shulock is a lazy idiot.

Kibo said...

I so wish Margo would show up with a flamethrower and burn the place down in an effort to free these two from the evil spell of torpor they're under. (Lu Ann could come along too. Even Lily.)

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