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It isn't like me and mustard. Even bad mustard is good mustard. More so, as there is no such thing as bad mustard, ergo, a big juicy kalamata dipped in a coarse ground mustard. Who

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Why would woab do that to us? Why would she keep mentioning olives when she knows we can't get any good ones out here in the sticks. I just remembered we have an olive grove about

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Perfectly sliced, melt in the mouth Bresaola. Deliciously enticing with the cheese, some artichokes and a dash of olive oil. A sensory delight. He took a breath, anticipating the

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use she's gone. My Spongbabe is gone, and I'm still in love with her. I would have had a sex-change too, just to be more attractive to her, but I have to face facts. She doesn't

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It wasn't that surprising. After all, the grammar nazi party just weren't (wasn't?) into fun texting. The police rocked up at the party anyway and stopped all the lolz so

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ldn't clean up properly and would just leave a mess all over the carpet. Damn florescent lamp powder. I cursed to myself and poured a coffee. It was time to buy a new one.

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r pasta but he was asking for a sign if he is a French cheese master or a Swedish meatball chef not some random guy who asks for pasta in a church! Anyways he left and went to the

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I'm glad I ran away. Anyways my story is probably around 10 lines of around 180 characters or so. I would also like to tell you that my not family anymore (because I ran away) are

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like what a home might feel like. He didn’t know because he’d never had a home. He stepped into the welcoming darkness. Once inside he realized he’d been duped. The darkness only

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If I get a job, I'll have money. I can't get no job because I'm knot a high skool gradooate. I guess I'll hang on the corner with my homies. Something will come up. While I wait,