Listening Out 3: A Paradelle

Here are a few things I've heard recently out my window:

-$1,200 bucks a month? Damn Californians!
-It really isn't my fault.
-Do we really wanna live here?
-I used to do that shit.

And now I shall attempt to incorporate these seemingly random overheard snipits into a very short-short story/paradelle variation. Why? First of all, why not? Second of all, because it keeps the brain young and fresh. And c) because I'm a hopeless word geek and I like it that way. Oh, and Michael5000 suggested it, although that was before I was o'er taken by the paradelle.


Listening Out: A Paradelle

He didn’t want to stop, but she insisted.
He didn’t want to stop, but she insisted.
She gasped, “$1,200 bucks a month?” “Damn Californians,” he complained.
She gasped, “$1,200 bucks a month?” “Damn Californians,” he complained.
Californians insisted she didn’t want to stop, but he gasped.
“Damn,” she complained, “He bucks $1,200 a month?”

Considering their options, they discussed. “Do we really wanna live here?”
Considering their options, they discussed. “Do we really wanna live here?”
Looking around, he declared, “I used to do that shit.” She said, “It really isn’t my fault.”
Looking around, he declared, “I used to do that shit.” She said, “It really isn’t my fault.”
“He really used my shit,” she declared, looking around. “Really, considering it…do I, we wanna do that here?”
They discussed their options. Said fault isn’t to live.

They declared Californians want $1,200, gasped!
But he really isn’t looking to do it.
Really, considering that he bucks around,
We discussed, insisted she live here a month.
She didn’t wanna fault their options.
She said, “Do I complained? He used to stop my damn shit.”