I hate Lisa. Perhaps ‘hate’ is too strong
a word. Let’s go with ‘loathe’. She is so
pretty, too-good-to-be-true pretty, though
perhaps ‘pretty’ is not the right word.
Let’s go with ‘obvious’. I can see the men
in the office drooling over her. I can smell
them. I can smell what their bodies are
thinking. Yes, ‘bodies’ is the right word,
because they think with their dicks. Let me
tell you something about Lisa: she’s thick
as a brick, which may appeal to men
who, most of them, are also thick bricks,
but for the thinking man who appreciates
the finer things in life, well, here I am.
C.J. Driscoll
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