Wriggling around, two fingers deep in my back end like some teenage boy unsure what he should be tugging at inside his girlfriend’s nether region I wrestled a fifty free.
Propping up a seat at the bar we devour chicken wings like life does dreams
With the windows in his top of the range Audi firmly in place we slowly baked ourselves and chatted over why my hatred of golf was wrong, what made a good antihero and why Paul McCartney should just fuck off.
One way or another we’re taking your bank. All you have to do is decide the level of persuasion we need to apply.
How was it they had cut to Hollywood Boulevard for a fluff piece and ended up with Gangs of New-Fucking-York?! Bonnie looked to her co-Anchor. He was wearing a good mouth for cooling soup.
Marilyn Monroe is pissing me off, Charlie Chaplin owes me twenty bucks, that fucker Shrek tried to fuck my girlfriend at Baskin Robbins.
They stood either side of him like haunting little genetic bookends. The one thing he’ll leave behind, two kids who called another man for help with their homework.
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.
He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.
So you’re the little smart ass from Poleglass.”I wanted to point out he sounded like Dr. Seuss but bit my lip and remembered the warning the old lady gave me.
He was a shadow of the man that once intimidated us out of our home, a shell of a human being, a fragment of a father.
Self-awareness is the most overrated trick in the book. More than ambition, more than free will, more than getting on to the property ladder early. Right now I should be at the Little Hills, you probably just call them the Hills, right?
Prose before hoes, muthafucka! I’ll be right over.
i’m super, it’s like my favourite meal and a birthday blowjob from Christina Hendricks in here.