

Burn the PersonalsAt the lady round, two lovers will smile then balk then cancel the ad.Burn the Personals


Brassy, Tastes Like SourdoughMom said, "Here's a trumpet, and here's an instruction book. You're a bright kid," she winked as her face gravitated towards the television screen, where a re-run of I Love Lucy was locking up her attention and melting off her face.Brassy, Tastes Like Sourdough
I walked around the house maybe five or six times with the trumpet under my armpit. Up the stairs, into my room, into my sister's room, back down stairs. Finally when I was all tuckered out, I slid onto the adjoining section of our L-shaped couch and chafed my tender head on the artificial leather. The knots in my hair screeched rather loudly at me: "Go get the untangling spray!"
But I ig


Hippopotamus LadyThere's a lady that lives in a house next to mine--a white picket pence and cloves of pastel daises. She's a real nice person, wears a big floppy sunhat and leather gloves while she's digging up weeds in her garden.Hippopotamus Lady
The kids in our neighborhood call her 'hippopotamus lady,' not entirely without affection. There are a few good reasons they call her that, though: the wide gap in her teeth when she throws her head back and laughs, the four hundred pound body she throws around to get from point A to point B, her stubby legs that support this hefty load.
My brother and I sometimes visit; if even just for a moment to pilfe


NarcissusHe crouched closer, inclining his head toward the still and smooth of the water. Tentatively, he reached out and dipped his fingers into the water, rippling when he pulled them back out so suddenly. The face that was staring back at him was distorted now, no longer holding the beauty that had awed him.Narcissus
After a few moments, the water returned to its mirror-like state and once again.
Something in him yearned to touch it, and to see if it was really darling as it looked. Yet another part of him forbade it; it might have been chased away by his intimidating curiosity. Each time he fluttered his lashes, it followed suite
Ya gunna scare some little kiddies shitless on the 31st?
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99% of people who put statistics in their signatures are gay, perverted, and retarded.
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99% of people who put statistics in their signatures are gay, perverted, and retarded.
I wish I had this mask:
But I'll probably be the Hamburglar. And you, mah dear?
Hay I got pictarz of me as a HALLOWEENIE. You submit, I submit. 8D
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99% of people who put statistics in their signatures are gay, perverted, and retarded.
Been so long since I talked to ya man. ;~;
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99% of people who put statistics in their signatures are gay, perverted, and retarded.
Waz up with you?
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