Dear Pretty Man in a Convertible,

[la_rainette]

Yes, you are pretty. Yes, your car is very pretty. Yes, I did notice your car. It is fire-engine red, and my children happen to like fire-engines. However.

Your red convertible and light leather jacket and cool-looking sunglasses are not why I am looking at you. Trust me, I feel no urge whatever to throw myself at your feet -- if I could throw anything at your feet, it would be a thick sheepskin blanket.

The temperature is plus 3 centigrade, you moron! Your nose is red and your lips are blue. No, you do not look cool: you look downright cold. Very, very cold. Please, do me a favour, stop smirking my way and go back home and have your momma brew you a nice, very hot tea.

fffff. Men. *shakes head*

Comments

[lilian-cho.livejournal.com]

>>>>>Your nose is red and your lips are blue.

X-D

Noses are red
Cold lips are blue
It's freezing cold
And so's your brain

(I can't rhyme :-P )

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

:D Ah, but see, the existence of his brain has yet to be demonstrated. ;)

[lilian-cho.livejournal.com]

ROTFL. The hot tea should thaw his brain out (if he has one).