You know, I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own business, when I saw this guy. He’s got a bouquet of flowers, looking all hopeful, right? And then… BAM!
You know, I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own business, when I saw this guy. He’s got a bouquet of flowers, looking all hopeful, right? And then… BAM! Arrows. Everywhere. Like he’s a pincushion for a cupid who’s had a really bad day. And up in the tree, there’s this little cherub, this angel, looking down with that classic "Oops, my bad" expression. And he says, "Sorry bro, I tried." Tried? Buddy, you didn't try, you committed! That’s not a romantic gesture, that’s an assault! I mean, what kind of dating advice is this? "Here, have some arrows. It’ll make you fall in love!" Is this some kind of extreme sport I missed the memo on? You know, I’ve always wondered about cupid. Is he like, a freelance contractor? Does he have a union? Because if he did, I'm pretty sure he'd be getting fired for gross negligence. Or maybe he's just really bad at his job. Like, imagine him at an office party. "Hey, Barry, you want to ...