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Who can it be now?

  • Who can it be now?
  • Who can it be knocking at my door? He said "Police" ...Police? "Police who?", I replied. "Police hurry up, and let me inside." I opened the door and Ramrod Dank was standing there.
  • "Did anyone see you?" I asked, my eyes darting here, there & everywhere. "No," said Ramrod Dirk with calm slipperiness befitying of a seasoned cop. "But just in case, put this on."
  • I was a bit confused, bc I normally dont wear the feathers & the monkeydong, but it was Saturday afternoon, & I didnt have anything else going on. Why not, right? I gingerly put on
  • a ginger poultice over my gaping wound. Oh my sweet gaping wound, I hope you never heal. You are sweet and sour. Like a giant boiled crab wonton split in half that just oozes and
  • like sweet and sour soup. I love you, gaping wound, but our love is forbidden by the church! I want to run away with you and have an August wedding in July. You make my loins burn
  • I want to have your babies!" "Woah hold up" the injury said "let's just start with some Neosporin first, okay?" It didn't get any better. Our relationship was toxic, but I couldn't
  • end it. Looking back I see it was obsession, but at the time it was love. My injury and I were inseparable. I couldn't let him go, couldn't let him heal. He began to drink heavily.
  • He almost drank me to death...put me in a two day coma...but I broke away from his spell...I divorced him...I let my injury go--finally--and gave him time and space to heal.
  • He apparently didn't need much time, as a week after our parting, he threw a massive party, attended by 10s of people, with tons of video games and a water slide.

1 Comments

  1. Kaskonians Sep 30 2015 @ 13:47

    This story was very thirlling!

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