He left in a rush after hearing an ad for the new McDonald’s Sirloin Third Pound Burger on the radio, and Victoria knew the day of reckoning had come at last.
Miri had never been dry humped so much in her whole life.
“I’m in the coliseum fighting lions and you’re hugging bunnies in a petting zoo.”
“She wonders if they are going to swim despite the odds, then reads on: the ladder isn’t to be used for swimming but for emergency purposes.”
Today’s second Kacy Cunningham story, part of Tusk Fiction Week.
“You think you’ve had awkward sex?”
“It’s because I’m part bird.”
“You know the killer who spoke directly to God? I was the one who told the killer to tie his long beard like a ponytail with little elastics.”
“At first, even his embarrassment (such a humiliating feeling, this captivation) had a way of thrilling him. But as the weeks passed, the burden of his love no longer brought even tangential pleasure.”
“This Elephant Man bones, Liz Taylor, hyperbaric chamber bullshit you’re going through now is nothing. It’s nothing compared to what’s coming.”