In that climate, treachery swam between thick

In that climate, treachery swam between thick breaths in whispers. The bar would have been god forsaken, if such a god existed. As it was, only pulse rifles and batpacks commanded

the room. Han shot first, typical male. All girls learn sooner or later that men usually "shoot" first, then try to change the story later to make themselves look better. And he

was losing this game of "Horse." He already had "Hors-," another missed basket and he's 86'd out of the Lion's club. But she wiped the wine reduction sauce off her

scorecard. But in fact, Linda was wrong. They were playing "Hors d'oeurve" and Linda had plenty of chances to catch up. The Lion's Club had never

Had an organized food fight before, so tonight's program was to be very special. she bided her time pitching deviled eggs, dreams of the BBQ pulled pork course dancing through

the room covered in spaghetti sauce. Yes this food fight would make history. Foods from all over the world had been gathered for the occasion. But one thing was missing

a venue. Maybe the colosseum could be reopened for a one night only extravaganza. Or maybe this should be more exclusive? Like a velvet rope thing! Well, Shasta, for one,

always liked flashing herself at the velvet rope. A quick snap at those tits and she was in. That was her sort of extravaganza, whatever the venue. She thought about the scene

at the Roasted Duck - the gyrating guys in bloomers and girls high on fetid pâté - and wished again that she had stayed in Paris. But, back to spinning thread now. He will be home.

The funeral was on Sunday and among the visitors,Dr.Morgantaller was the first to show with a fuck you t-shirt and a case of ale. I miss my smegma.Love andre