Reeses Cup
If there was ever proof that you were stupid ...
Mally? Really? Mally? That's a new one.
I'll think of one for you when I'm done.
I knew you wrote poems but didn't expect one like that.
Although you wouldn't figure I'd search your backpack.
And oh you won't believe I was only ... nevermind.
Anyway, I can't think of a more
appropriate way to deal with this, and
I'm leaving this in your locker door
so there's no way you'll possibly miss it.
You know you're not as stupid as you think.
If you were, then wouldn't your poetry stink?
Pretty much, and hey, it doesn't,
at least as far as I can tell, and
as far as the two of us dating? Well ...
not so likely, but it wouldn't be too unpleasant.
And if you let anyone else get their hands on this,
I swear I'll kill you both
and then myself,
after I put your organs on a shelf.
Am I kidding? Well, I'm sure you want to find out.
But test me, and you'll quickly
have no doubt! ...
Oh yeah, and I love you,
too, idiot.