Text message from The Traveler at 4:37 am: "I want to put identifiable factors inside you".
My response "What does THAT mean". No response from The Traveler.
Now, whatever an 'identifiable factor' is I have yet to determine. Are we talking long division, hard decimals? Or maybe calculus? You + me = us? (thank you MTV for that delightful boy band of youth) Doubtful. He was likely drunk, and wanted a booty call. Too bad for those to be successful, you should at least be in the same state. Or someone stole his phone, because
The Traveler was at a fraternity bachelor party blowout. Seriously though. Identifiable factors. Is it not that easily identified? Last time I came in contact with your identifiable factor it was so small I could barely identify it was there. Perhaps it had been through too many steps in long division. No hard decimals about it, it was definitely tiny. And like most men, The Traveler was clearly the braggart type, stating that it was a travesty I had yet to find a guy to give me what I really needed and that he was certainly the one. With something that small? I almost choked on whatever I was drinking the first time I saw it, expecting such a well built man to at least be appropriately endowed, rather than making a pre-pubescent child look hung.
Next time,Traveler , please make your attempts at booty calls a little less shady. And seriously, when I call you out on it the next day, please respond. I was hoping for an awesome explaination of your strange metaphor.
Luckily for you, however, my imagination does go on overdrive, and I most definitely fell back to sleep thinking about your strange text. You may be a little man in real life, but in my dream you were certainly....
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