The Eighth Page

Phillipian Satire: Overheard On The Paths

“I think I’m gonna hide myself in a pile of leaves on main street”

“I could hang my coat on your nose” 

“Can I get two chocolate-chip cookies with no chocolate?”

“You look like you swallow swords”

“30 dollars? What do you need 20 dollars for? I can’t believe my own son is demanding my last 10 dollars!”

“I’m done asking my man to dress up as Ghostface. Pennywise foreplay or nothing.”

“Wherefore doth you make so hard a claim to thy purity? Is it not most desirable to create union which cannot be consummated but in the eye of the Morning Star?”