Useful things

Nobody knew how the elephant found its way to number 20 Salinas drive, new York. Yet, there it was. And every morning she rode it to Central Park, like lady Godiva. Only she called herself Annibal.

Bobbing along, laptop clenched in one claw, furiously typing away in the forums. Posting odd poems about a girl who will be famous one day, if only people are willing to overlook the dirty clothing on her dresser. So she wrote a poem about the dresser. She also wrote a poem about a girl called Alice, and malice in a place named wonderland. No sh*t, but at the time I thought she was cute, like a bunny or something. So I inboxed her, asking what panty she was wearing.

She never replied, which upsetted me. Because, like most most guys I think about girls and their panties all the time. Thus I changed my tactics, telling her that for a girl riding an elephant she wrote great poetry. Now she wrote back, telling me to leave the elephant out of it. Which of course again upsetted me, being the reason why what possibly could have been a great relationship turned sour.

After that fracas I never ever got involved with any girls riding elephants on the internet again. Instead spending time on useful things like watching p0rn and speculating about life on mars.