Saturday, January 16, 2010

The Michael Phelps of droolage

"Crush (covertly dialing 911 on his cell phone): Uhhh….
You (the Michael Phelps of droolage): Don’t worry, I already took one without you noticing. You smell so good, Ben. Like baseball caps and fish. Will you go on a date with me? Don’t answer that. Don’t say anything. You’ll ruin the moment. Let’s just gaze at each other forever. I love loving you so much."
(Oct. 5, 2009, Chelsea Dagger, Spark Notes)

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