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Yowza...came with the folks to the Orange state to visit my older bro and his fam...man, the babes here are off the hook...hard to withstand my hormonal emotions. Been out of the love triangle for almost a year now, a few flings here and there, but I'm still totally all about my ex, gotta build up my shmooze skills with the babes, gotta move on. Chicks are all tan here too, gotta work on that, do tan chicks even know pale guys exist...even if they're standing in front of them in the grocery line...
Man, tan chicks are hot, but short hair and glasses, whoowahhh.
Man, tan chicks are hot, but short hair and glasses, whoowahhh.
Chapter 6.
The Dish Ran Away With The...
The door slammed behind him, a gust of harsh wind picked up from the violent force he gave the door.
"Bitch, where you at girl, HUH?!"
He took a step forward into the dim lit room, he'd been in this apartment on numerous occasions, typically the casual visit included laughter and attention to each other's needs, but no longer. The wind swept over the old duct-taped sofa and into the kitchen making the ceiling fan spin just a little bit. His boots were covered with saw dust and smelly gasoline stains, the knot in his laces tarred together, pulled and stretched, appeared to be falling apart, but still had
Chapter 6. (cont.)
The Dish Ran Away With The...(cont.)
"Wake up, wake up now." It was a high mechanical like voice. A beeping could be heard in the distance.
"He won't open the eyes sir."
"We must take that away from him, he shall be forever punished."
"Why bring that here sir, why?"
"He will be forever punished."
Davy's eyes creaked open, corroded with crust and morning eye juices. He wanted to lift his hand to wipe the crust away, but he couldn't for some reason, he wasn't tied up, he just couldn't move his arms.
"What, what is this," Davy whimpered, still with his eyes barely open, still crusted shut all he could make out was that blinding w
Sour M and M's-pt.1
(A short story inspired by an idea by Peter Haupt)
The class bell rang and the kids eagerly jumped to their feet. The finest period of the day, lunch, chicken patty day at that. Forrester Nibs always carried his lunch with him in a brown bag, all he pretty much ate was cold cheese noodle sandwiches that either meant he always had a cheese noodle soup dinner that previous night and was always eating leftovers, or each morning he woke up and blow dried certain noodles to the right degree, nuked em', whatever… he was a strange egg. Probably the type of sort that did like putting weird stuff in the microwave, like spatulas.
He twist
Sour M and M's - pt.2
It meant something, Forrester reached into the lower half of his locker and pulled out his Eddie Bower green back pack, he turned with it and sat Indian style within his curdled milk circle with his pack in front of him facing the hall. He reached in the pack and pulled out what looked like an erector headset, with wires coming down from the top piece. It had a large piece in the back, which looked like a neck brace, but with this vice piece drilled into the sides. The vice had this giant steel mouth piece that looked like a catchers mask and was placed into the mouth like a retainer, or braces and pulled the lips up, there was also these
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Where ya at in this here state eh? I happen to be hidden here among the womens!