…tears apart a beautiful love affair.
Ok. WHY don’t you know his first name?
I’m not going to lie – I don’t know how to caption this. But I love it.
I can’t tell if this one is a joke or oblivious. There’s no identifying information, other than that this poster works at some place that sells something that is capable of being returned.
“You have pretty eyes” is also hardly a qualifier for – oh, I’m sorry, it’s “really” pretty eyes? Well, I suppose that makes all the difference. This poster is obviously talking about me. Even though I remained at home with my baby boy all day on Tuesday, July 16.
Even though the author misspells “loaves,” he is forgiven, since he wrote a pretty awesome post.
As opposed to… Mel Gibson?
I actually like this one. Just enough detail to pique my interest, and make me want to know the rest of the story.
I have never heard such a romantic tale. Jane Austen and Emily Bronte could take a lesson from you – the eloquent, tactful 19-year-old.
I am particularly impressed by your use of punctuation and lack of capitalization – I have been doing it all wrong. Do you give writing lessons?
Thank you for clarifying that this female is technically Asian. I myself am metaphorically Asian, and am now assured that you are not speaking to me.
First of all, if you want to pick up a chick, you probably shouldn’t mention her father in your pick-up line. Particularly if her father was recently incarcerated.
Secondly, am I the only one who envisions this encounter as having been extremely awkward and uncomfortable for the woman he’s hitting on? Somehow, I don’t imagine he was Holmes-esque in noticing the lack of wedding ring. I picture him staring at her hands, and analyzing her face with an “I Farted” face as he tries to be sneaky in analyzing if he stands a chance.
My guess, however, is that he doesn’t.