Eric, the man in the story, is almost exaggerated. If you are a sensible person- let us say a pragmatic person- you might find the lines above “corny” or OA ( overacting). Which of those things in the lines above you HATE most? I HATE smiles and kisses, whispered sweet nothings, hands held tight, embraces and sex. I HATE roller coaster rides, double movie seats, motels and strawberry flavored condoms. They sing about Love…about SACRIFICE…yet they don’t know what the Hell they’re talking about. I hate Michael Bolton and Whitney Houston and Ariel Rivera songs. I hate walks in the park, dates, and beach outings. I hate Sleepless in Seattle and Forest Gump.I hate Garfield and Snoopy and Ziggy, Mickey Mouse, Goofy and Donald Duck, Sesame Street and Jollibee Mascots. I hate ninja turtles and Archie and the little mermaid and beauty and the beast. I hate red hearts and red shirts and red shoes. I hate birthdays and cakes, candies, choc-nut bars and pin the tail on the donkey games. I hate dashing grooms and blushing brides. “Why are you doing this to us? “, said the bride held hostage by Eric, along with her groom inside the car.
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