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"Tip o'the foreskin to ya," saluted the aberrant sailor, gruesomely.

What type of shantytown was this? Where were the shanties?

I clutched my child/cousin-bride haphazardly, perhaps grabbing her by the ears, or the throat. I didn't know. It was simply instinctual to protect us from the stench of blood sausage, as we passed wearily through the portal towards my rented Escalade.

Rarely the religious type, I managed a faint "God help us" as I slipped upon something that could only be construed as...

Forget it. This is too gross.

Date Written: December 02, 2003
Author: Texxx
Average Vote: 3

12/2/2003 anonymous (1):
12/2/2003 Will Disney (4): you know what? this short is growing on me.
12/2/2003 Phony Millions (4): Yeah it really gives you a visual image...I pictured the set of that overblown Scorcese film, 'Gangs of New York'.
01/22/2004 Will Disney: actually my 4 vote was a lie posted over an original 3, now changed. oops!