March 2006
"Supposedly, astrophysicists in Newark, New Jersey were trying to recreate the Big Bang on a subatomic level and inadvertently created a black hole one-sixteenth the size of a pinpoint. It is slowly sucking in the entire universe, starting with Earth."
My cat can talk. I’m not referring to a parrot that repeats the same three or four phrases either. Abby can read newspaper articles.
Ed was a real savior. He brought me cocaine and Taiwanese hookers when no one else would.
blood shot out and painted jim so kim swabbed his mug and slapped dolly.
"I’m very philosophical about the whole thing," she says, glancing at the blood stain on my shirt, "we all have different ways of coping with reality."
She wakes up and is screaming, sort of. So I’ll give her something to scream about.
She jumped on top of me and slipped it inside of her. She started off fast and hard, never once looking at me, moaning and talking in her native tongue.
Irwin looked for a moment at the woman’s hair and said, "You got a fuckin’ pencil in your fuckin’ head." He then frantically ran for the staircase to get down to the parking lot.
I had met her on an Internet dating site. She was an older, thicker version of the svelte, well-toned athlete smiling broadly at me in the posted photograph.
The story is nothing more than the sound you make when you cum, but it’s enough.