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From Mashable.com, this is the note between two 8th graders on the verge of a very tearful breakup:
An exchange to be repeated in a variety of ways, endlessly, until death.
Banter at its best. This is why I love Ricochet.
What’s the saying, the way to a man’s heart is though his stomach? · 1 minute ago
That’s what they taught Mrs. Sisyphus in fencing. · 0 minutes ago
Well played. · 34 minutes ago
I think you mean touché · 3 hours ago
Cosmopolitan’s readers really should drop that subscription and take up Ricochet. I have learnt far more about the deep secrets of men here than on the pages of women’s magazines.
This is shocking news to me that food is of far more interest to Mr.Indaba than discussing my new job issues.
Females eventually succeed in training their guy to lie to them. He’ll catch on at some point…
Welcome to my world…but with texting, finding a note like this is more and more rare.
Is fried chicken a euphemism?
In his defense, it was really good fried chicken.
Was there any doubt which was the girl and which the boy?
Technically there’s a 50% chance the chicken eater is the girl — because, you know, there’s no real differences between boys and girls. These two will learn that at college.
Jeez. Get a cell phone, will Ya?
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Rob: Great post. That note is precious, and very true….the sort of thing, I suspect, that Catullus would have laughed and wept about, and then written an hilariously dirty iamb.
That picture pretty much explains the demise of my marriage.
Clearly the only solution is to learn how to fry chicken…I could help her with that, as could any Southern woman worth her salt.
If it lasts beyond this, it is lasting. Questions asked, questions answered.
This, I think, is the proper conservative answer.
What a masterpiece!
You have discovered the middle school equivalent of Heloise and Abelard!
We must find these young lovers and draft a great romantic drama.
The “hero loses it all point” will be when the young woman realizes it isn’t just any Fried Chicken she is competing with, it is Church’s Fried Chicken (or whoever else we can get to do product placement in our magnum opus).
My money says in 60 years this boy will drop his snow globe and utter softly his last words… “fried chicken”
Women are from Venus. Men are from KFC.
What’s the saying, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?
The “hero loses it all point” will be when the young woman realizes it isn’t just any Fried Chicken she is competing with, it is Church’s Fried Chicken (or whoever else we can get to do product placement in our magnum opus). · 12 hours ago
Go for Chick-fil-A. With a Hobby Lobby tie-in.
That’s what they taught Mrs. Sisyphus in fencing.