cross-posted from: https://lemmy.zip/post/70919175
Two households, both alike in dignity, separated by a wooden fence instead of a feud. Romeo leaned over, Juliet leaned over, and the fence did not stand a chance. The epilogue is half ink, half paper, the only star-crossed love story with a happy ending.
That’s a blackhead if i ever saw one.
And the whitehead got a tan from all that fence-leaning.