bzzz bzzz
the girls are in heat. the whole house quivers with each pulsation of their libidos. they are ferocious. they hitch their skirts up and saunter out to the docks, waiting for the cruise ships to come in. they wet themselves as a hard, bloated body comes into view. seeing as the pickings seem pretty slim, i'm hoping they'll do the right thing and pass this catch around so they can each have a bite. but they start to squabble and scream in a monsoon of claws and hair and lipstick. soon enough he has disappeared somewhere behind a palm tree, and they all crawl home, heads hanging low, to take a cold shower. (all individually, might i add, much to our dismay...)
the battle continues for full reign over the house's temperature. the tundra rages in the vents, so i build little fires under their beds, and mine, too, so we're all sleeping soundly until they wake up in a sweat, confused to find no marines sizzling under the sheets.
hmm.
the battle continues for full reign over the house's temperature. the tundra rages in the vents, so i build little fires under their beds, and mine, too, so we're all sleeping soundly until they wake up in a sweat, confused to find no marines sizzling under the sheets.
hmm.