“My coffee cup didn’t come with a sleeve, but that’s OK, because I’m wearing a tank top.”
“I’m running late. But that’s OK, because I’m wearing Nikes.”
“She didn’t have the body of the supermodel. But that’s OK, because she didn’t have the face of one either.”
“I drink coffee like a civilized man—alone in a cave, wearing a loincloth, and grunting in frustration because my club is too thick to fit in my cup to stir in the sugar.”
“Cash is wearing a black tank top that perfectly showcases his muscular arms and the interesting tattoo that adorns the left side of his chest. I try not to think of him as mouthwatering, but that’s the word that keeps going through my head.”
“My shadow’s so substantial that it has its own shadow. It isn’t as tall, but that’s OK, because sometimes it feels like I’m being followed by a black midget.”