"I hate you as much as your mother hates

"I hate you as much as your mother hates you, if such a thing is possible." she said, and before I could respond, "If you died, nothing would be any different except I’d be happy.
My hands started to shake in my efforts to control myself. Violent images flashed through my skull, dripping past my eyes until everything had a sheen of red-including her.
And that's when I realized I had been playing Grand Theft Auto TOO MUCH. When I pulled into the driveway and she came out to greet me, I wanted to punch it and runover her. She did
but she couldn't drop the pepper shaker. It had dried to her hands. Now what about the hotdogs she said franky? I have a yearning for pancake batter and starch. Before I slip
on my bathing for a quick run around the picnic table. The mustard and ketchup keep running together and she
used them as fingerpaints, where I was hoping that she'd make more Rorschach tests to while away the afternoon as we waited for the Gorgons. I drank another pint.
At 4 p.m. UPS delivered a heavy crate shipped from Libya. We pried it open and found three casks with Gorgons seal. "Get the mirror ready Minny", I said. "Oh Percy, I'm so excited!
I could just ejaculate on your pants leg!" With his icky comment, I wondered why he was leading the expedition. We got out our makeup cases and flashed the mirrors at the Gorgons'
secret hideout so as not to look accidentally into the Gorgons' eyes. I was trying to concentrate, but David kept singing 'Everybody Must Get Stoned' under his breath. "David,
please!" I whispered, but it was too late. The Gorgons descended, taking Zola with them and the young Babybelles. The age of Dairy had begun.

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Finished: 2011-12-20 21:51:29

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