The Ninth Annual Valentine’s Day Poems

You know what happens when you have to write something for the ninth time, which means it’s not quite the tenth, so it isn’t as exciting and spectacular, and it all kind of snuck up on you because you were taking some much-needed time away from the internet, because sometimes you’ve got a lot of shit on your plate… which is a really gross image (and sorry), but like, you just don’t know what to do? Well, what happens is, y’all get a clip show.

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while waiting on the check.

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Pam
All my W-2’s came, and it turns out I worked seven jobs last year.

Tim
I know. It’s crazy. Some of them, I can’t even tell what job it was. “PPI.” Hey, just put “Carlos,” so I know where the hell this money’s from. Just one word. “Hooker.”

Kyle
You got a W-2 from a hooker?

Tim
I worked on “How To Kill a Hooker,” yes.

Pam
That was a fantastic show.

Kyle
Episode One: “Buy a Van.”

Pam
Episode Two: “Paint the Van’s Windows Black.”

Kyle
Episode Three: Clip Show.

Pam
Heeeeeaaaahhhhhh.

Tim
Pam liked that one.

Pam
I love a good clip show joke. That was worth the last syllable of my voice this weekend.
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