My girlfriend is beautiful. People often ask me if I'm jealous. Fuck that. It comes with the territory, right? You know, even if you're balls deep in something that would give a veteran prostitute a heart attack, other people will try it on. So on that score, no, I'm not jealous.
What riles me is the people who take sly photos of us together so they can stare at either one of us. Not one of those bastards had the decency to send us a copy of the beautiful photos they had taken of the two of us. And that... your Honour... is why I started shooting.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Hold up.
She gasped when I pulled out the gun. Evidently she was not used to this kind of behaviour.
"We're a café, we don't have much money..."
I told her that's not what I wanted. She blushed and I shook my head. That's not what I wanted to steal.
"Give me all of your biscuits."
"What?"
"You heard me. The biscuits. All of them."
Seventeen boxes. I should have asked her for a coffee to go.
"We're a café, we don't have much money..."
I told her that's not what I wanted. She blushed and I shook my head. That's not what I wanted to steal.
"Give me all of your biscuits."
"What?"
"You heard me. The biscuits. All of them."
Seventeen boxes. I should have asked her for a coffee to go.
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Dentata
A lot of guys don't know what a dentata is. It's an intravaginal device lined with barbs that essentially shreds a rapist's dick. Problem is, wearing one has its problems. You've still got some heavy asshole lying on you, pissed off as his cock gets ripped apart as he pulls back. Some of them can be real violent fucks. It's why I stopped wearing one. Even so, being an attractive women can be dangerous. You have to take precautions. That's why I now wear an intravaginal guillotine.
Sunday, 10 October 2010
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Saturday, 2 October 2010
Melt
Melt
He'd walked past it before, and barely noticed it. He'd have sworn there was something different about it, but no soul could tell you. Darkness? No. He'd walked past it in the dark before. He gave up trying to tease it out into existence and just stared at the window.
Linda's Emporium. No explanation of what was inside. Could have been a sex shop for all he knew, what with the blackened windows. What was he being protected from?
He went inside and noticed a doormat. "Abandon hope..." it said. He couldn't help himself. The words just fell from his mouth. "All ye who enter here..."
"No... just abandon hope."
He couldn't see where the voice had come from. It appeared to be recorded. A cursory inspection gave no further clue as to the origins of the voice.
Instead his eyes fell to a candle, moulded into the shape of a businessman, coloured wax giving the image of his suit and tie.
"Scented human candle. Five pounds. Money in box on desk please."
Still no obvious home to the voice. He bought the candle and left. When he got home and placed the candle on the desk, he was unsure how it arrived with him. Tired, he lit the candle and began to read his newspaper.
A few drops landed on the paper, just a few inches off from the crossword. Grasping for tissues, he began to realise his vision was a little blurry. Finding no tissue, he wiped his nose on his sleeve. No, his nose was dry. A few more drops fell as he reached the mirror.
His eye was dripping out of his skull. Tilting his head back didn't help matters, as it his flesh also appeared to be melting.
Half-blind, he rushed back to the candle and tried to blow it out, but still it burned. He tried snuffing the candle, but the flame began to melt his waxy fingers. He held his head over the flame and let his face drip. The candle went out and everything turned black.
He'd walked past it before, and barely noticed it. He'd have sworn there was something different about it, but no soul could tell you. Darkness? No. He'd walked past it in the dark before. He gave up trying to tease it out into existence and just stared at the window.
Linda's Emporium. No explanation of what was inside. Could have been a sex shop for all he knew, what with the blackened windows. What was he being protected from?
He went inside and noticed a doormat. "Abandon hope..." it said. He couldn't help himself. The words just fell from his mouth. "All ye who enter here..."
"No... just abandon hope."
He couldn't see where the voice had come from. It appeared to be recorded. A cursory inspection gave no further clue as to the origins of the voice.
Instead his eyes fell to a candle, moulded into the shape of a businessman, coloured wax giving the image of his suit and tie.
"Scented human candle. Five pounds. Money in box on desk please."
Still no obvious home to the voice. He bought the candle and left. When he got home and placed the candle on the desk, he was unsure how it arrived with him. Tired, he lit the candle and began to read his newspaper.
A few drops landed on the paper, just a few inches off from the crossword. Grasping for tissues, he began to realise his vision was a little blurry. Finding no tissue, he wiped his nose on his sleeve. No, his nose was dry. A few more drops fell as he reached the mirror.
His eye was dripping out of his skull. Tilting his head back didn't help matters, as it his flesh also appeared to be melting.
Half-blind, he rushed back to the candle and tried to blow it out, but still it burned. He tried snuffing the candle, but the flame began to melt his waxy fingers. He held his head over the flame and let his face drip. The candle went out and everything turned black.
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