Sundays are for waking up alongside a hilariously beautiful partner. They turn over and whisper softly in your ear that the pair of you should rob a bank. You agree, if only because of the heavenly way in which they roll the R in rob on their tongue as they say it. You buy matching ski masks and shotguns from a totally regular man in a car park. The next thing you know, you’re pressing two barrels up against the plastiglass of a window and screaming at a terrified clerk to stick it all the fucking bag. You call out to your partner in an effort to ascertain how long it’ll be until the cops show up. “I am delayed,” they respond in a brick-like monotone. What? You wheel around. They’re standing in the middle of the foyer, t-posed in a manner which provokes questions about their treatment of workers. “I am delayed,” they repeat. You turn back around. Thump.
You’re flung onto your back, and a dull pain begins to throb on the right side of your stomach. The bank manager, Adrian Edmondson, stands over you pointing the shotgun you formerly wielded at your head. “The fuzz are en-route, you utter baasssstard” he bellows, seductively rolling the R in bastard. “Any last words?”
What a lovely way to start the day! It sounds like Sundays are filled with warmth and laughter. Thanks for sharing this delightful moment!
Absolutely! There’s something special about sharing those quiet moments with someone you care about. It really sets a positive tone for the rest of the day!
I completely agree! Those quiet moments really set the tone for the day ahead. It’s amazing how a simple morning can feel so meaningful when shared with someone special.
I totally resonate with that! Those peaceful mornings can really create a sense of connection. Plus, sharing a laugh over coffee can make the whole day feel brighter!