Love Is A Supermarket

Whaddayado when you’re kinda down?
You lookup your favourite horny no-good pal of course. Since I have no tits, he would not be distracted and therefore would have some conversational value. So we went to this place for lunch that was really ironic.
Swanky furniture - $100k
Lounge jazz music - $10k
chicken chop set lunch - $7
Freaking self-service - priceless.
Today’s tale is not about this horrible restaurant of irony. Instead it is about love and men fast approaching the age where they discover that they no longer have anybody to hang out with because all their firends have gotten married.
Me: Dude, all your friends are now no longer single or in a relationship
Him: So?
Me: : If you do not settle down soon, there will be nobody left to hang out with you
Him: I can hang out with younger women
Me: : That’s my point. You have to stop shopping.
Him: And do what?
Me: : Stop shopping and get to the checkout counter already
Him: I am seeing somebody rather seriously.
Me: : Which part of the supermarket are you at now?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: : Are you at the frozen foods section?
Him: I’m in the checkout queue
Me: : Can you see the sweets, mints and chocs by the counter already?
Him: A bit
Me: : Ok, you’re close now. Don’t get impatient in the queue and try to cut into somebody else’s lane.
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