All of his best ideas were id oriented, know what I mean. I mean, they’re funny, but shit...
No one was really listening. Gabriel was hiding a booger under the window crank. Bess was fondling her nipples inside the crook of her elbow, safe from view. Safe from everyone’s view, that is, except Rick. The Ricker didn’t miss a trick.
Date Written: August 20, 2002 Author:Ewan Snow Average Vote: 3.8
Comments:
08/20/2002anonymous (4):
05/12/2004Ewan Snow: I'm pretty sure I didn't write this. I think it might be Jimson.
05/12/2004qualcomm: yeah it was the same night i wrote chuck spasnowski and you wrote the one about the maiden falling into numbered levels of sleep. i think [censored] wrote this, and possibly even meredith, who was there as well.
05/12/2004Jon Matza: Wasn't that also the same night Scooter and the Goose Man drove their Chevy through the front window of Old Man Williams' General Store? Was he ever sore!
06/19/2004Phony Millions: Matza's comment there is damn funny. THis short is weird.
02/17/2005John Slocum (3): maybe we can all rally to put this one to sleep. Here's 3 stars for meredith, or guinivere.