Things I Don’t Understand, Items 501 thru 503

501. Pillows that are the consistency of concrete
502. That thing that happens when you laugh REALLY LOUD at a joke you don’t think is funny
503. When unusually, almost violently homely men, feel compelled to critique the appearance of EVERY woman they see

4 Comments on "Things I Don’t Understand, Items 501 thru 503"

  1. PJ says:

    #503. Not just homely but unkempt. Or the worst of all, “Smile, honey.” Did I just rant?

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      A rant worth ranting. Those 503’s NEVER cease to amaze me. And when I say amaze I mean hurl.

  2. I’ve been meaning to ask you, can I hire you to help me re-organzie my writing categories? You seem to be very, very good at it.
    I can compensate you in two Buddha statues I found in my storage room, three John Grisham books, and twenty-five bucks in small change.
    Just in case you’re interested.
    *making the phone shape with hand* GIMME A RINGY

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      I work for free when I really like the person so you don’t have to pay me anything and besides if you gave me John Grisham books it would make me feel as though I’d done something to anger you.