friend: you're not ugly, you make heads turn at the mall and i know about your stalkers *chuckles*....you're not sexy but you're , hmm, so-so....hey! dont' even think about it, you just have a fork and i have a knife..... will you stop interrupting..... where was i? oh yeah, i'm sure as hell you're smart, i mean, why else are you here... no U.S. company will sponsor your working visa if you're a "common" person and you sure look nerdy sometimes *chuckles*.... give me that damn fork.....thank you.... anyway, i cook better than you but you can cook, you're apartment is really nice and tidy, you're independent, you're bitch sometimes, but--....fine, fine, i was just pulling your leg, you're sweet and nice.... you don't know how to accept compliments dont you? you're supposed to say thank you...... will you stop interrupting? and where did you get that other fork? you're ruining my trail of thoughts..... anyway, what i'm trying to say is, i dont get it...what is wrong with you? are you a secret psycho or something? why are you still single?
i opened my mouth to answer then i realized i don't have the answer so i closed my lips and then finally i said...
me: do you want more rice?
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