When Camille cried her crocodile tears and sang her songs of woe, it wasn’t really because she was lonely or sad. It was actually because she was a very dramatic crocodile, and she knew that great actresses could convey real emotion, so she was practicing.
That’s what she told herself.
This story is based on a title suggested by @Jesstrel.
Nathan Nawlins always walked around with his chest puffed out because it was so full of music. He’d sing you a song at the drop of a hat. (His hat-dropping song was particularly obnoxious.)
The last song he ever sang was titled, “This rag stuffed in my mouth tastes strange.”
My wife and I had an argument. She wanted to spend a hundred bucks each on opera tickets, and I wanted to play World of Warcraft.
The argument lasted for days, and neither of us would budge.
In the end, we compromised. I went along, but I brought my netbook.
This story was based on the titled as submitted by @Wo0t via Twitter.