New Yorker magazine

[TaySte_2000]

Here's the conversation I picture:

Corrine: What about this bass, honey?

JMJ: Are you kidding? I can't sell that!

Corrine: OK, how about this bass?

JMJ: Are you kidding? I can't sell that!

Repeat 200x.



Don't worry, bro...we're musicians...we understand

Then

Corrine: Well it's either us your family or the basses

JMJ: Erm

JMJ: Of course it's you honey

Corrine: You hesitated, you had to think about it

JMJ: I did not

Corrine: Did too

JMJ: My hofner's don't argue with me



I actually had the same conversation last night, this sofa is comfier than it looks.

 

[JimmyM]

I actually had the same conversation last night, this sofa is comfier than it looks.

Ah, doing a little projecting, huh?

 

[TaySte_2000]

Ah, doing a little projecting, huh?

Maybe

 

[JimmyM]

Well don't feel bad...you haven't been in love unless you've slept on the couch at least once, bro

 

[rosstanium]

I must be madly in love then...

 

[the humanity]

I got a cool rich man coat of arms I'll trade for a nifty fuzz

you get prestige, I get fuzz. we all win. except poor Tayste_2000...

write her a song