Friday. 55.
He looked down upon the Earth, shining blue, green and brown, a glistening orb awakening to the first rays of the yellow sun.
They were his people, yet he’d never belong. They needed him but didn’t accept him as one of their own.
But so long as they needed him, he’d be there.
Waiting, watching...
Chamique has replied here.
22 comments:
Wish that I could cry,
Fall upon my knees,
Find a way to lie,
About a home I’ll never see...
Nice. But it could be different.
And the Sappy Show continues...
Came here via Desipundit.
Your 55 word posts and the replies are awesome.
Anonymous, it's funny how you keep coming back for more!
Shoo!
Seeker, what is it with you? Self appointed guardian of the comments?
It is sappy but readable too.
It's me the post is about. Neo. The One. Take the blue pill, take the red pill.
and the reply is up. but not here. hmmm.....
still no link love?
What?! No "Happy Ending" (TM)?
The love is back! But where is Recluse with his post?
Why you wahn happy ending like that one lah?
;)
Life does not consist of happy endings alone, mister. Also, your fifty five was cryptic-ish.
I'm assuming that's in reference to the Bangkok hookers?
In which case, the appropriate response is:
"Because we fuk-fukky till morning lah, 100 bhat only."
Seriously, happy endings are nice but there's nothing to suggest Chamique's wasn't a happy ending. For her.
Wow that's a good reply Recluse!
Recluse, I like!
Anonymous above: Yah lah! They love you looong time.
And happy endings are totally relative.
“Fourteen men. Twenty four hours”, said the Inspector. He’d seen some gruesome crime scenes in his time but this one turned his stomach.
Blood and feces splattered across the walls and the furniture. Bound hands and stuffed mouths.
They were silent and mute as she buggered them to death with a 10-inch strap on dildo.
He opened the hostel door and she was there in a trench coat and stilettos.
She came and said, “Let’s get kinky boy and call your friends…”
So they all came to be bound and gagged by her, standing in stilettos and nothing else.
And then they saw the gargantuan pink dildo in her hand…
Sitting on the sofa, he enjoyed the game. Occasionally, he would sneak a glance at her while she quietly continued with her work.
“Oh yes, I like that”, he gushed, then turned to her and said, “That guy can play!”
She was finally done.
“Thanks for the great blowjob, baby”, he said with great pleasure.
A story with a happy ending, depends on where you stop reading !!
He knows that she won’t like it. He likes that. He pulls out his mobile and punches out the message, grinning. Two minutes later, he surveys his work. “Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio, Pistachio”.
55? it's become more like a 69.
Ummm, did I miss something? How did this degenerate to involving a murderess, a dildo and a blow job?
Damn, I'm old. But maybe we can make this a regular ploy...
Oh, and drop us a line in our new, format-resistant, Gabbly Chat window.
Recluse, let your imagination serve you well.
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