When I'm older, I'll probably fail at everything and end up becoming a vending machine re-filler, or something.
But, here, it's not all in vein; listen to my plan:
When I fill up these vending machines, I'm going to do something. I'm going to.. I'm going to put two pieces of candy in one little slot.....so that when you come galloping up to get your sugar fix, so that when you flatten out your crumpled up dollar bill and put it into the machine, so that when you eye your kit-kat bar, when you press A-7, when you are expecting to only get one piece of candy....
whoops, two will fall out.
And then happiness will seize you for an instant; and I want you to think that the universe is conspiring in your favor.
It is.
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In all seriousness, I think we need to go get married. Now. Like, this very instant.
ReplyDeleteAnd seeing as you're bound to become an amazing writer, and you won't be a vending machine re-filler,
we can just conveniently put a vending machine in our basement, preferrably mostly filled with Kit-Kats, and I'll be surprised each time when two come out instead of one.
I'll pay for it in hot sex. :DD