T 6056

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

They men stood around comparing mythologies and one of them said, Coffee makes me poop, and then they talked about sports and compared burps.

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T 6055

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He stood in front of her, almost naked, and he didn’t know whether to be proud or ashamed. Nice socks, she said. He felt a tinge of sadness.

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T 6054

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

Surfing on air. Leaving the ground. Being that which I never was. Or more than I might ever be. I had to kiss her. And dig into her lasagna.

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T 6053

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

We sat around waiting for the taxi and I said I was bored and my wife said that showed a lack of imagination and I had nothing to say to her.

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T 6052

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I bought the guys a round, and then I told them the truth. She only eats chicken burgers, I announced. I didn’t have to buy any more rounds.

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T 6051

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

The house smells like roasted meat and he says, What are you cooking? and she says, The last meal you’ll ever eat, and he laughs. Awkwardly.

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T 6050

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I went to the restaurant. The maitre d looked me over and grimaced. He said, You don’t have a reservation. And I said, But I have a coupon.

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T 6049

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

We climbed the hill and we made love on top of it and then our moment of joy showed up on Google Maps and we both got in to a lot of trouble.

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T 6048

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

She opens the door. He stands there, wet and miserable. Alone. The rain pounds her lawn. Hi, he says, meekly. What a bleak day, she replies.

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T 6047

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

The comedian walks up on stage and says, Laugh at my pain. Someone yells, Refund! The comedian says, Story of my life. That one always kills.

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