"Have some pork and beans."
"Neh," I shake my head.
"They're yummy!" You begin to dish.
I clutch my plate, "Not really. I just don't like them much."
"Fine, your loss."
It's always my loss. Lost tooth. Lost friend. Lost sock. Lost glove. Lost love. One day it'll be lost life. One day. Can it not be my gain? I won't have a sick stomach. I'll be able to run comfortably. There will be room for dessert. It's my gain. In your eyes--my loss.
I don't fork up your recipe. Your loss.
"Have some loss yourself."
This is a little game I like to play in which all my sentences have to be 6 words or less. Let's see what And and Guya have. This one I did off the top of my head whilst listening to the Weezer "Pork and Beans" song (two times).
"Neh," I shake my head.
"They're yummy!" You begin to dish.
I clutch my plate, "Not really. I just don't like them much."
"Fine, your loss."
It's always my loss. Lost tooth. Lost friend. Lost sock. Lost glove. Lost love. One day it'll be lost life. One day. Can it not be my gain? I won't have a sick stomach. I'll be able to run comfortably. There will be room for dessert. It's my gain. In your eyes--my loss.
I don't fork up your recipe. Your loss.
"Have some loss yourself."
This is a little game I like to play in which all my sentences have to be 6 words or less. Let's see what And and Guya have. This one I did off the top of my head whilst listening to the Weezer "Pork and Beans" song (two times).
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