During the crazy storm last night, I got a little nervous and tried to calm myself by bothering Lean with text messages:
Me: It’s snow/sleeting! A tornado’s a’comin’!!
Lean: I’ve been blown to Bargersville from the tornado. Git on the John Deere and rescue me.
Me: Can u compose a haiku abt the wind?
Lean:
It’s windy outside.
Genitals are tingling. [I'm just now realizing this isn't even seven syllables!]
I want some hot tea.Limerick to come later.
Me: my haiku:
Now they are frozen,
my buns formerly of steel,
ice in my bungholeLean: Crap, yours is better. but i kick ass at squash and ping pong. eat that biz.
Me: I reuse ziploc bags
