With the help of some gaffa tape, I fixed up Cupid’s bow.
Now that the meddling matchmaker was out of the way, it seemed to be a shame to let it go to waste. I might as well have some fun, after all.
I found a young sap sitting at the bus stop. You know the type I mean, an acne riddled face and his trousers at half-mast. He was reading a book, the geek. Got him right through the heart.
Sadly, my second arrow missed the sheep I was aiming at and hit a pretty girl instead.