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She walked into my office carrying a small silver platter on which a junior staff member had arranged a tiny dinner for the family in the dollhouse who, having moved from the country along with their dog, cat and three children, now are pleased to relax in their new home and have themselves, on at least a dollís scale, some quiet time to be alone and molest the tiny children. By the time she sat down I knew the leaks that had been so imprudently permitted by the previous administration would come back to haunt me, but not them. Now I was the caretaker of the dollhouse. Now I had to feed the tiny family dinner. Me!

Date Written: March 15, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4.3333

03/15/2003 anonymous (5):
05/8/2003 qualcomm (4): what the fuck are you talking about??
08/27/2003 Ewan Snow: Gee, I don't know. I don't remember...
03/12/2004 scoop (4): Only the strictest high-protein-low-carb-two-finger diet for the tiny family.