she said dont start off by talking about baseball, you’ll lose all the girls.
two barefoots walk into a bar. first one says, have you ever felt like nothing that you will do will matter. other one says thats not the joke, tell the joke. first one says, and the world will keep spinning and the stars will come up and spin around and go down and still nothing you do peon will matter.
other one says whispering sorta, just say your line, want me to say it for you.
the first one says, the seasons will come and go, time will pass, floods, fire, famine and still nothing that you could have done will matter.
other one says in a way thats sort of liberating
first one goes ice ages plate technotics wait what?
other one says sure if all of what we’re doing is just gonna get mushed over by nature and forgotten by sentient beings then why stress out about bullshit little things like slow people at stoplights.
first one looked at the other one
a gust of wind pushed a low-reaching dry palm of a huge palm tree up against a metal awning rattling the tin for a second and then it eased back down.
a butterfly aimed for an oak leaf and missed
somewhere a car horn sounded
somewhere an eagle was flying with a dove
and a pony walked into a bar
and a bartender said what can i get you
and the pony said i would like a microbrew, the best you have.
the bartender said, whats that fella?
pony said a local ale please, doesnt matter which.
bartender says, bud, speak up or ship out what can i get you?
pony said sorry, im just a little hoarse.