She said, This won’t take too long. She said, Honey, how’s this one? She said, Do you have it in yellow? She said, So? But he was long gone.

He told her he was a guitarist but that didn’t matter. She waddled off to the washroom. I need cold water, she said. He suffered for his art

You would look at me, after all that yearning, when I had those boogers on my upper lip. You would. Boy, it was cold. But I don’t blame you.

The wind blew in cold and biting. She shivered and got up and turned the fan off and then he got up and turned it back on and she said, Ass.

He got hit by a car while trying to light a cigarette. The driver had been speeding. A cop arrived and said, Smoking kills. Everyone laughed