...as I extended my hand to introduce myself, she promptly fell on the floor and had herself a seizure...
...she sat on top of me, naked, put the pipe to my face, lit it, and then poured wine down my throat...
...the transvestite was kneeling, huffing Amyl Nitrate, jerking off right by my bed. He kept trying to rest his head near my feet, so I kept kicking him directly in the head, hard, telling him to fuck off...
...she wanted to fuck me because I looked and acted like her friend who just died in a tragic marching band bus accident. She would cry if I said certain phrases or moved certain ways...
...the bum swung once, the kids swung twice each, and connected. Whenever he would try and get up they would throw him across the train and continue stomping him...
...she moved the futon in front of the door and said, "it's going to get naughty in here"...
...the kid forgot his name, his address, even the city he lived in. He resorted to just staring blankly into the cop's face, gently moving his mouth...
...He asked who flicked the staple. I didn't answer, because I didn't do anything. I felt something hit me, and then saw blood everywhere...
And now, a picture from Ogre,
"this is you wearing black face, in fifty years, living in the south, and needing another 40 before the store closes. Oh, and you are not stuck in a scooter, you just use it to get special parking and days off at your job."
1 comment:
i know about half these stories. i blacked out for the second time in my life this last weekend. apparently i had an in depth conversation about the middle east and ate a shitload of catfish.
all this while i was not present
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