"I-I love you!"

"I-I love you!"

It was an awkward moment.I didn't know what to say.My refrigerator was dependable,well-stocked & had a sleek cool exterior."Umm, I like you too." I mumbled. Bad choice. Milk spoilt

quickly so I took a dose of lactase and chugged. Before I was even finished, the milk lady came with another delivery. "Holy cow, look at those jugs!" My better half

Knew that a corny joke couldn't make up for the betrayal. She was shocked. "I'm sorry. The doctor said I had to. I'm lactose intolerant." She just stood in the doorway, in tears.

"Not good enough" came the icy response, delivered with a generous frosting of hatred. "You will eat this icecream cake or I squash the kitten, lactose intolerance or not." She cou

his mouth in warpy gurgling sounds. He belched "Happy Birthday Jackass!" Then the lout lifted up his shirt and slapped his huge belly. The lout took a power stance and said, "

"This is for not giving me the last slice of cake", and belched out fire from his mouth. The lout's pot belly jiggled accordingly to the roaring of the flame, creating a sensual

Vibe for the belly dancers there. "Let me stand next to your fire!", Lolita begged. Someone had opened a window letting all the cold air in. She was freezing. Others joined her.

The sun rose in a charming shade of pink. Tears wouldn't help this time and she knew it. She gave up the same day.