I want Yu, I need Yu, (to stop), and other bullets
Just between Yu and me, since I don’t have Yu, I am forced to entertain other options. I regret that this is so, given my great love for Yu, but it is so, and I can’t deny it. Makes me wistful and all, given that there are few things finer than a Sunday with Yu… maybe, just maybe, there will be such Sundays in the future.
I’m missing Yu already, and he isn’t even here
yet. I’m still saving corn jokes and beard jokes for those other intriguing possibilities, but I think Al and I are both running out of songs. And puns.
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