The Agent
"Hey Babe, this milk doesn't spoil for another 8 days. Let's go smell a rose."

"When I have a child, hopefully a son, I hope he has your looks but not your personality"

If this offends you, then have a cocktail. If you would like to reach out, email me at TheAgentWrites[dot]Gmail.com.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Trainsmoke

Agent:
there was a chick in publix tonite that was hotter than trainsmoke...i wanted to use that on her and then confuse her with a cloud of butterflies and philanthropy
Financials:
dude, can I borrow that? trainsmoke...love it. you should have! the women love the edge then you follow it up with the charitable chat....it's gold
Agent:
and caccoons of moths, yet butterflies. its like fucking birth. right there in your hand
and then all of a sudden, you are a giver, and that my friend is hotter than trainsmoke in the eyes of a woman
Financials:
its like you're god watching life's little miracle. Yes, the "giver" is the ass getter
Agent:
yea
Financials:
i need to give more
Agent:
your like, hey babe...the bread aisle will be here all day, lets watch life happen.
Financials:
teach this old dog new tricks....please
Financials:
hey babe, this milk doesn't expire for 8 days...lets go smell a rose
Agent:
exactly
babe. that rotisserie takes a few hours. lets go skip in a meadow, i dont know. get all hopped up and happy...spin in a circle. maybe fall over and get all itchy from the grass. hope you dont hold me accountable
Financials:
now that's trainsmoke
Agent:
next meeting i think im just the abstract suggestion guy
"hey what if we just throw a cloud watching fundraiser. you know. watch mother nature do the waltz in the sky, maybe hang glide the gulf stream. i dont know, kinda over cocktails. who am i kidding, cocktails are always included in cloud observation"
Financials:
yes, i suggest you start that. F meetings, no one comes. i'm experiencing serious cruise withdrawl and I'm cranky...sorry for the F comment
Agent:
Dont yell at me.
Comments (View)
blog comments powered by Disqus

← Later  Earlier →