He showed up at her door with a bouquet of

He showed up at her door with a bouquet of roses and knocked. The door opened & there she stood, her blue eyes widened in surprise. "I'm sorry," he said with a smile. "What are you
doing here?" "I live here," Rose said. "No you don't," he replied, "I brought these flowers for Neha." "Only I live here. Who's Neha?" "My wife," he said, "please leave our house.
Rose's comedy was like old Abbot and Costello routines rolled in bland yogurt. He had had enough. So he opened his black bag that he'd bought off the magic dwarf.
He put first one foot, then the other into the bag and quickly fell into it completely. Dwarven bags are as large as a house inside. Though this one could use a new interior decora
tor. The bag was quite drab, ugly fabric adorned by many dead fish stapled to it. Aghast, he looked away to focus on the task at hand, though the smell continued to assail him. In
fashion, there is no limits to creativity. The latest rage was aroma chic, the more pungent the better. A clutch adorned with sardines? The limit! But the critic wasn't buying it.
The stupidity of this trend was too damn high. He recanted his thought when a friend, wearing a 4 year old jock strap, reeled in 2 woman covered in sweaty garbage. Aroma chic huh?
The place was full of useful idiots, his mum told him. Useful idiots was an understatement, he replied. what did they learn in school? The future of the kingdom was in their hands!
But the millennials could not grasp the full implications of their social responsibility. They continued to browse Pintrest for mason jar salad recipes and Snapchat dope selfies wi
-llfully, hatefully- shunning any and all of history and culture, and yet unwittingly playing a part in it all the same, much as we did, my friend, no matter what we do.

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Finished: 2016-08-05 10:59:08

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