"No I can not marry you Mr. Grit. You seem like a very nice man and you can really sing but my heart belongs to another."
"Weeelllll GGGOOOLLLEEEEE Miss Picon who could love you more than me?'
"Why my sweet dear ricpic. We communicate by sending each other letters. I roll them up and put them into a bottle and throw it into the mikvah in Williamsburg. It's so romantic."
"Damn. Well I guess I will just have to go out and molest a pumpkin who will later commit suicide."
"Oy."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
Actually, my heart belonged to Titus, but you banished him, you nasty man, you.
ricpic, Titus didn't want anyone's heart. Just your Johnson.
Molly was a honey, that's for sure. A bit too old for me, but I found her sense of humor very endearing. She was cute as a button, too.
Oy Indeed! Is it any wonder MamaM made the first trip over to TY under the impression he might be Titus?
Never let it be said that she didn't respect the power of Titus's imagination. His ability to produce anything more than a story however, was always in question. Titus was the original Stooge Sploodge.
Post a Comment