Daisy’s Gone Crazy

(I’m at work, trying to entertain my boyfriend over Facebook chat while he is on a long road-trip.)

Me: *typing out altered lyrics to the song Daisy Bell* “Baby, baby, tell me your answer do. I’m half crazy, all for the love of you. It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage…”

Boyfriend: “Heh, cute.”

Me: “But you’d look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle made from the decaying flesh of mortals, as we ride our way through the underworld into the heart of Hell itself.”

(I pause for effect.)

Me: “…and then we BLOW IT UP!”

Boyfriend: “Aww!”