bgibbs

I so don't know.

Recent Posts

  • Here Lies Roberto SmithersBorn. Worked. Died.1904 ...
  • Well, how would you have ended it? Dummy.
  • Tired. Tired of playing the game.
  • Haaaaaaateme somepennnnnnguin
  • He turned to his child, the princessand said "Help...
  • The name "Murph" is outdated and not used as a na...
  • Today was really Purple. I got out of bed . I'm so...
  • If Hate is a crime, then lotsa folks is screwed.
  • You Know,You can sell me immediately with yourpopu...
  • I lead a rich fantasy life. In it, I'm the third ...

Start and Close Your Own Blog!

Tuesday, June 8

He intoned quietly into the telephone:
dirtdirtdirt imyourdirt givememycoffeebitch soIcanhaveagood nightssleep
She stared in horror-struck disbelief at her receiver,
slammed the handset down
You Prick!
She stood,
walked toward the cafe,
ordered another large coffee
and brought it up to him.

8:45 AM

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home