"Check out these fountain pens!
They're so fuckin' badass,
and pretty cheap, too!"
"What,
like $3
for two of them
at Staples?"
"Yeah, basically!"
"Hah, well,
for the record,
if you ever wanna get me a gift
you can know I'll love and use,
get me a nice-ass pen or two.
That's why I write
with calligraphy pens and brush pens
just for fun.
Though,
I never really know
what to do with them
other than waste ink,
but I ******* love me
some nice-ass pens."
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
"Check out these fountain pens!
They're so fuckin' badass,
and pretty cheap, too!"
"What,
like $3
for two of them
at Staples?"
"Yeah, basically!"
"Hah, well,
for the record,
if you ever wanna get me a gift
you can know I'll love and use,
get me a nice-ass pen or two.
That's why I write
with calligraphy pens and brush pens
just for fun.
Though,
I never really know
what to do with them
other than waste ink,
but I ******* love me
some nice-ass pens."
Dialogue between a roommate and myself.
The bit about wasting ink is supposed to be a joke in a few ways, but also, not really.
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