A week ago, Carly had a date she described as 'magical'. Magical. She went to the orchestra and dinner with a boy. Imagine my surprise. She does not like the orchestra. She does not like classical music, but he was very charming and well behaved.
And then the boy was bad and mean and rude. And she did not describe this as magical. I believe she called him a ButtFace. (It's possible that I added that word to the story for embellishment. It's also possible that this guy--we'll call him Josh--was a buttface.) Josh didn't hunt ducks. He didn't remove the muffler from his truck so that the entire neighborhood might bask in his manliness. He didn't set poo on fire. But he wasn't good enough. They never are.
We* here at deletedeletedelete are now accepting applications for Boys Who Should Be Allowed to Date My Sister. Please include your name, age, location, interests, and feelings about germs. Send all necessary material to the comment box or enoughaboutyou@gmail.com
*The Committee will be made up of Mom, Poppa, Matt, Carly's roommates, Yours Truly, and what the hell, I'll accept applications for the Committee also.
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I'm in. How old is she?
Bob
You misspelled "allowed."
Bob, you are not aloud anywhere near her. I'll be on the committee as the official Bob-Bouncer.
abggfi
Can I at least be on the Committee? There's a lot of weirdos out there.
Bob
Well, I would've nominated Tom Burns, but I just ran into Hannah from Mac Shack and apparently, he's getting married. And Hannah's still dating Mike, so he's out as well. Dammit. Tell Carly I will get to work on this. I would definitely like to be on the committee.
It's Sriracha, Carly...I mean, Lonely in St. Paul. I have an alias. A nom de plume.
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