For Lauren and Randall. Your poking, to me, is an inestimable ocean of truth in this vast puddle of disquiet otherwise known as the internet.
How about we take
this Facebook “poking” to the
next level: Stabbing.
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I try not to poke you back, but eventually I always cave. What is that about? You can’t read my poke-her face, can you, my hearts?
You can try to resist poking us back, but you know you’re just poke-crastinating.
I can’t stop either.
You poked first, you made this bed,
I just sleep in it.
did i really poke first? that seems uncharacteristic of me, on facebook at least.
don’t you love how the two of us responded with a pun and a haiku, respectively? you have influenced us well.
I would expect nothing less of you! BFFFBs 4eva!
What are friends for, if not to poke and stab????