The Streets is Lonely
The Streets is lonely.
The Streets has no friends.
The Streets has no name, no family, no distant relatives – The Streets isn’t even eligible for the Big Brother program.
The Streets is hungry.
I once invited The Streets over for dinner but The Streets declined – hmph, makes me think The Streets doesn’t want to get happy.
I told The Streets to buck up saying that he had plenty of friends – the Roads… The Roads is your friend, I said – The Streets told me that The Streets doesn’t relate to the Roads saying, “The Roads is a jerk.”
The Streets is desperate.
I offered to go on Match.com forTthe Streets but The Streets said not to bother because people on there only want romance or a good lay – The Streets is fine in that department. I didn’t believe The Streets and asked The Streets to divulge. The Streets is a gentleman.
The Streets is cold.
I offered the Streets my jacket but The Streets didn’t want to trouble me. I begged The Streets to take it.
The Streets is warm.
The Streets is rude.
I was hesitant but I suggested that maybe The Streets should join a gang – The Streets said that no honest, self-respecting The Streets would join a gang – now the Roads? That’s a different story…
The Streets went on to tell me the difference between The Streets and The Roads – I told The Streets that I didn’t give a crap – I was just trying to help The Streets feel better – and also to shut up.
The Streets is quiet.
The Streets is lazy.
Maybe The Streets should get a job? The Streets already has a job – “Being lonely,” said The Streets.
I told The Streets to stop with that nonsense and seriously – get-a-job. Start slow – maybe a paper route, flipping burgers at Wendy’s, CEO of a Fortune 500 company.
The Streets asked if any Fortune 500 companies were hiring – “No you jackass, I was only kidding. No wonder The Streets has no friends – The Streets is way too gullible.”
The Streets is heartless.
There’s The Streets problem – The Streets has no heart. Does The Streets remember the story of the tin man? The Tin man wanted a heart so bad – The Streets interrupted me saying I was gay for watching The Wizard of Oz.
The Streets is a homophobe.
“No fag better ever look at me in the wrong way.” I told The Streets not every guy that looks at The Streets wants to have sex with The Streets. The Streets accused me, again, of being gay for looking at The Streets and told me that I better not try to have sex with The Streets.
The Streets is an a-hole.
I left The Streets’ house that day in anger because The Streets wouldn’t listen to me – and plus, that whole gay thing. I had had enough.
The Streets is sorry.
“Yes, The Streets?” The Streets apologizes for it’s remarks and asks me to forgive The Streets.
The Streets is a p-ssy.
“Sorry sucko! I’m gone.”
The Streets is lonely.
