"You hear about that guy who got hit with a can of soda to his head?"
"Mm. No. What happened to him?"
"Well, he was lucky it was a soft drink."
She rolls her eyes. Lets out a barely audible sigh.
"Okay, these jokes you tell. Do you know they're not actually funny?"
"Of course they are. Don't tell me you don't love 'em."
She pretends not to hear the last part. "Breaking news - they're not. They may have been funny when we were in high school, but they're not anymore."
"Oh yeah? It's for the greater good. You know how much effort I put into making them. If it's not high, at least it's elementary."
A mild aura of stress gathers around her.
"We didn't even like those corny punchlines in elementary school. Nobody says them anymore except you."
"Yep, yes, I'd say you're right ... but you know who else made puns? Shakespeare. You know what other jokes he makes? Dick jokes. So who's the classy one here? Me and my buddy Shakespeare. We're classy as hell."
"Hell isn't classy."
"Exactly."
Author's update: Hiiii! I haven't seen you since you were this tall! *holds out hand at shoulder height* You've grown so much! Come on, let's measure you up against the wall, we'll see how much you've grown.
Looks like you've grown this much.
... now what?
Yeah, really though, did I mention before that I was gonna update regularly? Kindly abolish that statement. But I'm not saying that I'll have another several month-long gap between posting.
YOU ARE READING
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Randomyears long collection of very short snippets :) More recently, though, where else would an engineer go to write, if not for the only place she feels that it belongs? ao3 is for better imaginations, something built with heart, something built with sp...
