The bell ringsso someone bought the bar a round.You look up to politely acknowledgethe kind stranger. You have another shotYou go with J.D. The creative juicesare flowing and you feel inspiredGreat—or at least adequate—poetrymight be committed today but then you realizethere’s no ink leftin the pen you haveYou don’t want to draw attentionby requesting a pen. It’sContinue reading “WORSE THAN COCK BLOCK”