I opened a fortune cookie. It was a piceous cookie.
James was not expecting the crunchy sensation as he took a bite of his hamburger. Pulling the burger away from his mouth he saw the second half of a cockroach lodged in the meat which propelled him to expulse his food all over his date sitting across the table from him.
I knew love was on the line, but I was exhausted and running around the issue wasn’t going to cut it anymore. So instead of serving it I threw the plate of asparagus he made at his feet, bellowing over him to drown out his warbling, “Goddamnit, John, you know I wasn’t asking about singing!”