so he said, this one time

that this guy invited him over

for dinner and

in his fridge there were two beers

and in his cupboard there was

one can of tomato soup

so they each had one beer

and they each had a bowl of soup

the point of his story

was to complain

about the quality of the dinner

he was invited to

man, the fucking guy

gave you his last beer and half of

his last can of soup

your complaining is all i ever think about

when i see you

i want to meet your old friend

he sounds beautiful

in every way

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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