The non-ideal couple. She, smoking hot. He, frigid, tense and impotent.
The middle-aged man, was so damn tired, he nodded off, and his face landed on the plate of scrambled eggs he had just started eating, with the rest of the diners, watching with smiles and laughter.
He claims he is a wise man, yet he speaks utter nonsense.
The happy man is spreading good cheer with happy dust.
As they are drinking lemonade that was given to them last year, which as gone bad, Willie and Wilma are watching the stray mutt, shitting on their neighbors flower bed.
Two nasty alley cats are going at it, while Willie and Wilma are eating burnt, dry toast.
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.