Lady Utters

She walked in and the whole room went quiet. It wasn’t the music. It was her meat bags.

My friend tried to flirt with her and got a side-eye. And her meat bags.

I asked her what she was doing and she said, ‘Feeding my meat bags. They’re hungry.’

I saw her in the hallway and I cried. Not because I was sad. Because of her meatballs.

He tried to eat a whole pizza and said, ‘This is nothing compared to her meatballs.’

She walked in and my dog started howling. He knew it was her meatballs.

I saw her and I got jealous. Not because of her. Because of her meaty things.

He asked her out and said, ‘I just want to touch your meaty things.’

She walked in and my friend dropped his burger. It was her meaty things.