All men crave a relationship based on pratfalls and mishearings, as well as the comfort to look at another man in this way.
“Frankly, I’m worried.”
“Yeah, me too, and Please, you can just call me Frank.”
Please nodded while loosening his bright red tie. “I’ve never had to wait this long before.”
There was a time in my life when Boston was the coolest band ever. That was yesterday. And now, a mash up.
It is rare when a cow survives a tornado, but when it does, the cow becomes an incessant arrogant asshole. It’s true.
The storm moved in quickly and spread rapidly like pancreatic cancer on an unsuspecting soul. Raymond Harcourt shielded his eyes from the rain as best as he could, when he heard an eerie sound from above getting louder. It was a tornado cow, emphasis on was. It descended and splattered all over the parking lot.
“Don’t cry for me Argentina, I have lived a life better than over 98% of North Korea.”
It was weird. I was at the animal shelter against my better judgment. Currently, I was standing still on a broken treadmill, not even pretending to move forward, surrounded by a sea of depression. My girlfriend, Lori, left me for an older man. In most cases, it wouldn’t matter who it was, but here, in the now; it was fucking Don Henley. Yes, the very same drummer/vocalist of Eagles fame. Yet, I digress.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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