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She couldn't handle living this way. Minimal

  • She couldn't handle living this way. Minimal money to pay the bills and living off cheap instant coffees and day old bread. Things had to change.

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  • There was only one way to get through this

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  • . I'd have to snort some grass, shoot some V, smoke a little horse. If I was gonna make it through this I might have to drink a few rocks. I didn't sign up for no slap n tickle.

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  • Not that I had anything against a little slap n tickle if I had the chance. Now both stoned & horny, I contemplated my options. I could surrender now...or I could remain here in

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  • a slap n tickleless state. I opted for slap n tickle. "Slap n tickle, please," I requested. Interestingly, I don't like being slapped & I don't like being tickled. But combined int

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  • ermarriage and a tradition of incest made desire things I don't like. That is until I discovered rollerskating. It was disco night at Rink-O-Rama and I had just bought a large

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  • Package of ramen noodles to live on whilst I paid for a one year membership. My mum thought I was crazy. "Do you still eat meat? You know we have a feast every weekend." I listened

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  • to insurance seminars that had more funk than her. Is it werid to be thinking about how much funk you mom has or had. Maybe never had. Was I an Unfunkable Conception?

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  • Was I indeed the son of an unfunkable god? Was I doomed to die on an unfunky cross with classical music playing? Desperately I tried to do the bump, but nothing bumped. "Why me?" I

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  • whistled a song of Prince while I died on the cross. I felt my soul ascended from my body. After all I'm a Soul Man. I'm the Disco Prophet and I have only one thing to say: DANCE!!

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