In a nutshell...
Every time I pass out, I wake up at exactly 2:48 screwing some strange. It sends chills up my leggings.
They aint forgettin to resow the pair back on in that last surgery now, did they? Hey, bi the way, are you legally handi by now? Them blue mirror hangers are handy, sir.
Like cake aint showin up at midnight?
No kidding. Of all things, this is what gets a finicky chump's hypothalamus pumping. I had questions.
Who did? Or that other dude's 3 or so novels...
Every time I pass out, I wake up at exactly 2:48 screwing some strange. It sends chills up my leggings.
That last post literally gave me chills. Thanks for sharing.
They aint forgettin to resow the pair back on in that last surgery now, did they? Hey, bi the way, are you legally handi by now? Them blue mirror hangers are handy, sir.
That's just the tip of the iceburg. I have dozens of more stories about that place. Some are actually pretty damn funny... mostly because **** happened to others and it was funny to laugh at their reactions.
Like cake aint showin up at midnight?
Maybe it was just an extra card, like a Joker in a deck of cards, or a cut card, so to speak. Stop being a pansy. Ghosts don't exist. Though I would like to hit up that famous haunted hotel in Milwaukee.
No kidding. Of all things, this is what gets a finicky chump's hypothalamus pumping. I had questions.
I didn't read
Who did? Or that other dude's 3 or so novels...