I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I am less nurturing than a desert.
I realize all guys have thorns. But I am a rose, and she chose a cactus over me. I wish her luck with her dry, desert-like existence with him.
That craptastical, gutless, son-of-a-cactus-humping butt monkey!!
Roses may say “I love you,†but the cactus says “Fuck off.