{Methinks a Funny Reply 2 a Boy-Hating Friend, whose Picnic I must Miss...}
Regretfully,
I'm Celebrating me Mum's 60th Today,
so
Cannot Attend your Soirée.
While Unfortunate,
'tis
Probably Better that U're Saved the Suffering
from the Simply Massive Influx of Testosterone
that I would Surely Impart.
U're Fragile Now,
& No Good Can Come
from
Exposure 2 so Manly a Man as I,
sparking Personal Tailspin at Best,
Utter Breakdown in the Worst Case.
Surely,
though Admittedly Diminished because of my Sex,
& Possibly Unbelievable in your Delicate Condition,
this
Would cause me a certain Guilt-like Feeling,
albeit
in some Foreign,
& Detached Way,
& I Certainly Don't Need that Shit,
ya Know..?
So,
Take This Day 2 Revel in thy Chick-ness,
the
Rain as your Tears,
Drinking Tea as Catharsis,
or
Needlepoint,
or Something...
Know that I Do Miss U,
in
my Masculine Way,
& U'll Figure in my Thoughts as I Scratch my Balls.
O,
How I Hate Boys..!