He was toughened up by Nam and the Smiths'

He was toughened up by Nam and the Smiths' split, but this was Little Drummer Boy, damnit, and these 5th graders were ruining it. "Down in front! I want a clean shot at the snare."

I stood up, looked through the mini binoculars that I got out of a CrackerJack Box, pulled out my waterballoon slingshot, and that tubby little drummer on the stage was all mine.

Until a freak claiming to be a pro paintballer started driving towards the stage in a go-kart while waving his finger me. Damn, he was going to so give me up because

his finger contained my wedding ring. I had taken if off and hidden it before I started dating Magda. As soon as I had taken Magda's virginity, I planned to skip town and this

finger with the wedding ring of his that I had hidden in my pocket would have to be buried. Magda would not understand. She was far too innocent for the likes of me, exactly what

that meant was anybody's guess. Magda was a complex woman. When she was home alone, she would eat macaroni out of the pot and dust her furniture with her socks. That why the finger

less gloves she was wearing did not disconcert him in the least, even though it was August and 104 degrees. "Magda, you complete me!" he gushed, and flung his arms around herb

Alescent hair that fell to her waist. "You have the best hair I ever have seen. The fire engine red colour suits you well, dear", he gushed. It started to pour and they had no

in languid tresses,a mustard stain formed the mole above her breast where a beer mug had stood.The manager forbid wiping the table.Customers lined the street to see the Mona Greasa