“He’s horrendous tonight” by Sasha on her couch


Thursday December 1, 2016
11:38pm
5 minutes
Overheard at the Canucks game

I never know what you mean when you say, “Know what I mean?” I wonder if that is indicative of a mutual lack of understanding that’s bigger than we ever realized. And, your spelling is bad.

You send me a text at two fifty six in the morning. Why are you awake?

“Was I a dick to you yesterday?”

I don’t answer until three o’clock the next day.

“Absolutely.”

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“He’s horrendous tonight” by Sasha on her couch