If felt like disco balls were draining down on the back of his nasal passage. The little disco balls were then falling on his tongue making him spit out lies to anyone in the vicinity of his booming voice. He needed to say something life changing.
"I have an averaged sized boner but I get along pretty well." he said.
A rare snow was falling on Atlanta. The bar was sparse except for a magical corner in the darkest most magnificent little place in the whole world. They were a dense cluster of pure energy. They were drinking whiskey like water.
(I have no idea what this story will end up being about, but I figure I'd throw it up here, anything can be changed)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment