May 2006
These are some of the worse toilets across the whole country and this is probably the worst job I ever had.
There was only one thing that made that kind of thump. That was definitely the sound of a body falling.
I lit a cigarette and wiped my cock off on her pillow. I left her laying there with a strange look on her face.
He was tired of making love to a log of wood, that is, he also thought, if he can get the log of wood to open up between its split ends.
As my head slammed back my eyes were wide. Headlights I knew to shine golden were spots of white; tail-lights I knew as red were countless scattered shades of gray.
The river was a lugubrious, tenebrous reek of dead dogs and drown cats.
Sep felt he was handling the liquor very well. He felt that mostly he always did this.
When we fucked here, that one and only time that we ever did - or ever will - fuck, we were so drunk we could hardly stand.
In this tale pretzels, as most things, are perfectly twisted, and tasty, and hard to stop munching on once you’ve started in on them.