“Well how about driving? You drive at night right? I mean you go to!?”
“Nothing good ever happens after sunset.”
“I beg to differ, I certainly had some wild adventures after dark, if you catch my drift.”
“And? Have those experiences enriched your life?”
“That’s a stupid question. Sometimes you have to enjoy yourself. Have a fling. Do some blow. Catch the sunset and philosophize the meaning of ...
I don’t know if Cupid had a hangover when he assigned soulmates but really? He couldn’t be serious! Destiny and Melina? A weak soyboy communist Twitch streamer and a gold digging 304? Wait, that actually makes sense. I doubt Cupid has anything to do with that “romance” of convenience.
Lo and behold, Melina left the blue haired Destiny for a man that’s even more effeminate (and possibly gay.) I r...
The cackling Harris, a most exceptional form of hyaena, is exceptional only in its ability to consistently succeed by failing. The creature’s basic incompetence is jarringly blatant and yet other predators use this animal as a prop to lull other animals into reluctant acceptance - fearing the return of the brash golden lion. So far that gambit too is failing in the Savanah.
The Harris has a uniq...
“Do I have to go?” He asked his girlfriend in protest.
“Yeah, all of their boyfriends and husbands are going.”
“Ok, let me get dressed.” He sighed in submission.
It’s not that he didn’t like her friends, or their boyfriends, no. They were all chill people. It was something else…something deep inside him that made him feel a bit off about this whole group. He could t point a finger on it, and shru...
Amelia took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to her 20-year high school reunion.
It was as if time stood still. Everyone in the crowded room turned their neck to watch her entrance, filling the hall with shocked murmurs.
“So it is true?” Amelia recognized that nasally voice, as her ex girlfriend approached.
Casey. She still looked good - fit body and a face covered with fat too much m...
If silence has a taste, what would it taste like? A strange question to be sure…and yet would not the taste of silence vary based on oh so many variables?
Would an awkward silence stemming from a public display blunder taste similar to the comfortable silence of two lovers in an embrace? The silence of severe embarrassment would taste like a durian smells, and the the silence of the lovers would ...
We struggle to buy groceries, can hardly pay our rents
We’re worried of the future, of new world war events,
Yet you say the economy is doing fine and well,
And that the world around us is not turning to hell.
The border, you keep claiming, is kept securely locked,
Yet illegals are swarming, our citizens are fucked.
Crime at its highest levels, but stats “prove” it is down
You think we are THAT s...
It was an amazing first date, at least the start of one. Clive was a handsome charmer, and a bad boy to boot, making Jill effortlessly swoon. Jill was the classy debutant from an affluent family - a good girl with a chic elegant style that tempted Clive’s baser instincts. Opposites do attract, apparently.
The well behaved Jill quickly lost herself to Clive’s seductive adventurous whims. As if lo...