Not all men he says
Fuming at the thought of being smashed into a hodgepodge conglomeration of stereotypical characters. A careless creation of that feminist movement.
We are not all the same!
She sits back,
Still chuckling at the dad joke he made earlier with the stud finder pointed at his own head. Found one, found the stud he said. And oh boy is it the biggest one he’d ever seen.
Before that he’d found the barbecue tongs in a kitchen drawer. Removed it just to give it two clicks before setting it on the counter so he could keep looking for said stud finder.
I’m right here why can’t it find me he mused stopping to see if he made anyone smile.
Groans.
You hungry? She asked.
Make me a sandwich he responded, plopping himself down and switching on the game.
I only have meat sausage. She shrugged. Want to eat that?
I have meat sausage. I have a really big really nice meat sausage right here. You want some? It’s all you can eat.
She smiles.
He goes back to scrolling through his social media feed. Not all men he says again. We are not all the same.
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The Boy & The Tree
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Comments (3)
Lol, in the end, it all boils down to that one thing! Hahahahahahaha
It's generally the ones who 'not all men' the most who are exactly those men, which you have illustrated nicely!
omg, you made me laugh. my grandmother used to say that while they may not be "all the same", they are still cut from the "same cloth"... Yep, that's for sure.