She buried her face in his neck. Sobbing.

She buried her face in his neck. Sobbing. All the years of rage and hurt came up like depth charges. Biden stroked her back. He didn't say anything because

any words that came to mind suddenly felt clumsy, farfetched. Words simply didn't fit into the hole her tears were flowing from. He frantically turned them round, like tetris block

group sex. It was what she always craved after a long hiatus from the dust.

she called it gsx pronounced "gee es ex".Dusty as she was she wanted to dust the sheets with a few good men. So Dusty did what everyone does when looking for anonymous group carnal

antelope. She bit all her pretzels into little shapes and tried to stick them together again. Just like she did with her victims. Dusty could only make G & X with pretzels, not S,

or T, but M and N. It was a skill that could only could be attained after much practice, and Dusty's tongue was already overly salty. The pretzels, though sticky, wouldn't stay put

after gargling down the Gateorade. And with that he was able to add the accent to the "O" and "-ing." Winning the accent contest once again! Overjoyed, Dusty ran to get his troph

ee'. The MC motioned for him to deliver an acceptance speech for the accent contest. "I first want to thank my mother, who taught me all I know about umlauts & diaeresis," he gushe

d, stoking his thorax unconsciously, hoping that no one noticed his slight lisp when he attempted drunken Welsh. His mother did; her icy steel glare burst his bubble of joy.