Mackus

I saw Mackus wearing glitter and a dress at the gym. He looked like a sparkle-fart.

Mackus called me a ‘bald rat’ because I didn’t flatter him. I called him a ‘glitter rat’ and won.

He tried to dance at the bar. I walked out. He cried. I laughed.

Mackus said he’s the best at everything. I said he’s the worst at being a man. He called me a ‘bald man’ and I called him a ‘bald woman’.

He tried to sing at karaoke. It was like a goat tried to sing. I gave him a standing ovation. He cried again.

He wore my shirt. I wore his glitter. He cried. I laughed again.

Mackus wore my eyeliner. I wore his lipstick. He cried. I laughed. He called me a ‘bald man’ again.

He walked into the store and said, ‘I’m the most important man here.’ I said, ‘You’re the most important glitter-fart here.’

He tried to be my friend. I tried to be his enemy. He cried. I won.