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Insipid
The little wretch took a long drag on his cigarette before he stubbed his lung fucker. Without skipping a beat he lit another and took a drag and exhaled slowly. Picking up the glass in front of him he gulped the contents down…straight vodka.
His eyes looked like two pissholes in the snow and his breath smelled like something had crawled up his ass and died. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table, eyes darting off to the side every few seconds. I tried to figure out what he was looking at but there was nothing there but shadows. I’d have better luck trying to shove cooked spaghetti up a mountain lion’s ass…
Leaning on the back legs of the chair, he balanced himself briefly before saying, “$400.00 extra to do anal with your sister”.
I bitch slapped him so hard he flew backwards out of his chair, landing hard on the floor. “Pendejo”, I muttered.
I then got up and made everybody pancakes for breakfast.
His eyes looked like two pissholes in the snow and his breath smelled like something had crawled up his ass and died. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table, eyes darting off to the side every few seconds. I tried to figure out what he was looking at but there was nothing there but shadows. I’d have better luck trying to shove cooked spaghetti up a mountain lion’s ass…
Leaning on the back legs of the chair, he balanced himself briefly before saying, “$400.00 extra to do anal with your sister”.
I bitch slapped him so hard he flew backwards out of his chair, landing hard on the floor. “Pendejo”, I muttered.
I then got up and made everybody pancakes for breakfast.
Published 9th May 2021
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