Bobcat
Sour expression and bitter mood, brought on by timid little weasel faced idiots.
"I don't know, I don't do that type of thing, I think it may be the other guy, you know he shouldn't do that, other people are complaining, I hear things"
YOU MAKE ME SICK!
Not even worth the match and gasoline.
The image of broken tail lights flying off a hickory baseball bat brings an uncontrollable smile to my face.
I'd answer bat in hand grin plastered to my face and out of breath "I dunno, I don't do those types of things"
Reports, pieces of paper, and little smudges on a permanent record are the fears that keep such a person up at night.
It's enough to wait in the bushes with a wolf mask on and hope to God he shits his pants.
It's for people like this that horror stories are written.
Cruel little tales of soul eating porcelain dolls, and nannies who in truth are decrepit old Succubus' with melted faces.
Of dentists who salt and pickle the teeth they pull and eat them behind closed doors leeches hiding in wait under the rim of the toilet.
Ideas that make people squirm and feeds that greedy little corner of paranoia which has grown into such a persons dull routine.
The ludicrous is preferable to nonsense. Why am I smiling?
*grins*
"I don't know, I don't do that type of thing, I think it may be the other guy, you know he shouldn't do that, other people are complaining, I hear things"
YOU MAKE ME SICK!
Not even worth the match and gasoline.
The image of broken tail lights flying off a hickory baseball bat brings an uncontrollable smile to my face.
I'd answer bat in hand grin plastered to my face and out of breath "I dunno, I don't do those types of things"
Reports, pieces of paper, and little smudges on a permanent record are the fears that keep such a person up at night.
It's enough to wait in the bushes with a wolf mask on and hope to God he shits his pants.
It's for people like this that horror stories are written.
Cruel little tales of soul eating porcelain dolls, and nannies who in truth are decrepit old Succubus' with melted faces.
Of dentists who salt and pickle the teeth they pull and eat them behind closed doors leeches hiding in wait under the rim of the toilet.
Ideas that make people squirm and feeds that greedy little corner of paranoia which has grown into such a persons dull routine.
The ludicrous is preferable to nonsense. Why am I smiling?
*grins*