Tuesday, May 23, 2017


Drizzle sifted in unapologetically through the gazillion duct-taped crevices littering the expanse of Kimmy's double-wide, moistening the already warped paneling within as if to distract her from the task at hand, which literally was to rub one out before Jerry Springer started while simultaneously trying to flick the glutinous booger she'd just rolled from between her free thumb and index finger into the welcoming orifice of the gleaming Simple Human knock-off trash can she'd recently purchased at Big Lots. Having succeeded at the latter, she hastily attended to her own orifice(s), climaxing as the first ratchet baby mama was being introduced, eyeing a bag of Doritos as she purged herself into twisted redemption.


  1. Oh dear... (silence)

  2. I...don't know what I just read. Very vivid imagery though.

    Possibly too vivid for my minds eye to cope with.