… Into the early hours on a Tuesday morning.
… Into the early hours on a Tuesday morning.
A bottle found washed ashore, a clear liquid within instead of a lost message. It seemed only right to take it home and start sampling the well-traveled contents from across the sea and beyond. Continue reading
Everyone has something to say, so feel free to write it down in Everybody’s Room. Let out your thoughts and throw it on the floor, scratch it on the chairs or paint it on the wall. The darkest secrets can live under a football score.
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I’ll be honest, I was so sick of seeing her sunbathing on her personal cruise ships and riding around in her sparkling plastic sport cars, I just had to do it. ‘What did you do to accomplish so much, where is my Joe Ray boat you fuck?’ I screamed as I tore off her head from her perfect figure body.
And so I left her lying in the road, claiming her assets. Just a pity that I couldn’t even get my head in her plastic house. You need a good figure to fit in.