“Bob-Bob, a poem
B is for bitch because that’s what you are
I is for itch because that’s what my hands do when I see you, because I want to punch you, obviously
T is for your lack of taste, seriously, who dressed you? We need to fix that asap, restaurants have a dress code, man
C is for your completely flat ass, like a trainwreck I can’t look away from. Seriously man, I bet you can see it from space.
H is hitching a ride with me after shift so we can get you some clothes that don’t scream ‘I am depressed little bitch man’ as I said before. We can get some food afterwards.”
“Is this you asking me out? You know you can just ask me out normally, I’ll say yes.”
“What? No. Nevermind, H is for huge bitch because that’s what you are”
“Nope, no take backs. Meet you at your car after shift?”
“Yeah, fine, whatever”
