She’s sexy and she knows it, he said.
How wouldn’t you?
Yeah but she knows it too much, like she’s thinks she’s perfect
Just because she didn’t laugh at your joke
You know what I mean
It wasn’t that good of a joke
I’m just saying she walks around like she owns the place
Maybe she does
Maybe she waited tables today only to break your heart
Yo! I’m just saying she seems stuck up
Maybe if you didn’t make the most awkward jokes
It was a good joke
Where’d you even get it from? It’s so embarrassing
They’re called anti-jokes
Anyway I’m sure she has a boyfriend already
That’s a big assumption. Here’s another one: What’s the sad thing about a van full of politicians flying off a cliff?
I dunno: That it wasn’t a bus full?
No: They were my friends.
She seems to dislike me so much: It’s irresistible
And now you’re biting from Seinfeld
I’m giving it new life
(To get a gauge of who she was, you had to catch her mid customer-smile, mid kitchen-banterer)
And you choose the one about a kid getting killed? When the hell has that worked?
You never know
(he liked how she seemed dumb, or how she was a decent actress, because it made him feel good)
Why didn’t the boy cross the road?
Oh, um, I don’t know- I’m not very good with jokes, sorry! Would you like anything else?
Because he was hit by a truck
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words by Liam Lachance