Dad:
Yeah when I put those sodas in the fridge they were like outside hot as hell temperatures. So of course they’re not cold yet. But they’re trying.
Me:
It’s like the little engine that could.
Dad:
Sure.
Me:
Except they don’t think they can, they know they’re cans AAAAAAA.
Dad:
AAAAAAA.
Me:
AAAAA.
Dad:
Be careful that level of pun will get you canned AAAAA.
Me:
AAAAAAA (mine was better but) AAAAAA.
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2017 Melony Ppenosyne.
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