From a conversation E.S. and I had earlier today in the kitchen.
E.S.: Hey, those cookies are mine.
FAUSTUS: Yes, but your love for me makes them mine too.
E.S.: …
FAUSTUS: It’s the transitive property of love.
E.S.: Give them to me right now.
From a conversation E.S. and I had earlier today in the kitchen.
E.S.: Hey, those cookies are mine.
FAUSTUS: Yes, but your love for me makes them mine too.
E.S.: …
FAUSTUS: It’s the transitive property of love.
E.S.: Give them to me right now.
Don’t get between a man and his cookies.
Or in my bf’s case, him and his strawberries.
Only, and I mean only, if that transitive property works in the opposite direction, and cookies that you prize and adore also belong freely and fully to him, does this property hold true.
Otherwise: greedy, greedy, greedy.
Paul: Strawberries? Your boyfriend is wierd.
David: Don’t be ridiculous.
Sometimes I have to wonder whether E.S. has even MET you. Bringing cookies into your home and then expressing shocked outrage when you start eating them? Did he suffer a blow to the head recently? Before he tried to take the cookies away from you, I mean.
Did YOU? Give them to him, that is.
Absolutely delicious!
Dear Doctor,
I jumped here from a comment you left on Little David’s blog. Just wanted you to know that this post alone has forced me to bookmark your blog. I’ll be back for more.
I can’t wait to quote you in the kitchen.
Birdie