Quote of the Day:
“Roses are red, violets are blue; I forgot to get you flowers; so my balls will be too.”
The logician in me: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, apropos of nothing.
The deep thinker: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, which is very confusing if you are color blind because I would’ve guessed Violets would be Violet, or at least Purple, but of course Purple to me often is Blue, so, yeah, I suppose Violets are Blue. But I digress.
The Haikuest: So Roses are Red; And Violets are Blue I’m told; Here’s some chocolate.
Just saw Scott Pilgrim vs the World and it cracked me up: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I have to say it now, I lesbians you.
The legal scholar: Roses are (often) Red, Violets are (allegedly) Blue, In consideration of your acceptance of aforesaid, commonly described as Red, in lieu of and to the complete exclusion of Crimson, Ruby, Garnet, Burgundy, Cardinal et al, et seq., etc., ipso facto, habaes corpus, yadayadayada, that is to say Roses, ergo, ipso, harpo, i.e., the flowers(hereafter referred to, if necessary, as “Roses”, you, being yourself, the Royal you, the recipient of said bounteous fruit of the Earth, but not such fruit as apples or cherries or strawberries, which are, in fact Red, to the exclusion of the aforesaid, though not always, but to wit, are the forms of the fruit to which you are explicitly not being provided, and are thus inedible and also can stick you cause I picked these next door and didn’t get them from the florist, do hereby waive, release, terminate, forego, and release any and all claims which now or heretofore or herebefore can and/or could have been made regarding my taste, class, creed, religion, sexual preferences, character or romantic inclinations. All references to the colors Violet and Blue and all they may or may not represent are hereby disavowed. Anyways, I was thinkin’ now that all that’s out of the way…maybe we could….you know….
The Blogger: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I’m ready to monetize this site, and I’m counting on you.
The Practical TB: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, You don’t really love flowers all that much and they cost a damn fortune, and only really last a few days, so why don’t we just put forty bucks toward our next trip and call it a day? (soft, playful punch to the shoulder). Awesome, love ya babe.
The Romantic: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, (censored–you didn’t really think you’d get any of my gold material did you?)
And now, to make you think about death and get sad and stuff, if my poetry didn’t already do that for you….Sex Bob-Omb