sometimes when i'm on craigslist i imagine a young craig ...

sometimes when i'm on craigslist i imagine a young craig in his room, laboring over his list, and then right outside his window, his enemy pulls up on a bike, and the girl craig likes is on the back of the bike holding onto craig's enemy, and craig's enemy is wearing those old blue and red 3D glasses, and craig's enemy says, "heyyyy craig, still working on that stewpit list?  give it up man, nobody cares about that shit, looooooooser" and then he rings his bike bell and drives away laughing a high-pitched bully laugh, like, 'hih hih!' and craig looks down at his list and says, "one day, they'll care."