Girl: What do you do?
Boy: I am an artist.
Girl: Don’t you work?
Boy: I am an artist.
Girl: What do you want?
Boy: Is that jazz playing?
Girl: Why?
Boy: Because I want to make love to you with jazz playing.
Girl: (laughs)
Boy: ?
Girl: You are sick.
Boy: I will buy you coffee.
Girl: And I’ll say yes for a Latte?
Boy: Artistes make terrific love.
Girl: But terrible lovers.
Boy: You don’t know me.
Girl: Why don’t you try that with someone who is not on a
wheelchair?
Boy: Oh, there’s no art in that.
So far, this one made most sense :)
ReplyDeleteThe perennial sin/glory of art, so simply etched. Brilliant, I say!
ReplyDeleteThis one really made me smile :)
ReplyDeleteHa! ambiguous ending with a twist.
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