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Hi honey. What are you up to? |
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Oh, just writing a little online satire.
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Don't say any more. You
know how online satire turns me on. |
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I know (Sigh). Compared to a
real online satire writer, what
chance does a guy like me have with a girl
like you? I mean, all I've got
are my good looks and my millions of dollars.
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Yes, this is true. But don't feel too bad.
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Oh, if only there were some way I could
make you adore me like you do online satire
writers. What if I moved back into the basement
of my mother's
house and spent all day in my pyjamas.
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Oh baby! Now you're talking!
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Then I'll
put on 30 pounds, mostly around my mid-section.
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Stop! Stop!
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And then I'll shower just once a week.
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And to think that some women wonder what I see in you.
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