I'm alive again
The old ujournal site went down some time ago, so I have decided to resume my "journalling" on this site. Hooray for exotic eroticism and rantings about rice and food and ping pong.
PS.
Keep it real
P.S.S.- My first short story (names have been edited to protect the innocent)
Once upon a night, Tim Ward Jr. was hungry... hungry for sex (and by sex I mean food.) Upon searching through the cabinets, he came across a magical cookie who offered him a real cookie. Jr. replied, "I do declare that I do not want a cookie, but rather a feast, bitch, so cook me up some real food!" The magical cookie turned himself into a knife at that moment and tried to stab itself, but to no avail, for the cookie (knife,) being the hard metal that it was, could not contort itself in any way possible that would allow it to puncture itself. So, he stabbed Jr. instead and then made a beautiful feast for him to look at and desire before he died. Jr. died miserably.
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PS.
Keep it real
P.S.S.- My first short story (names have been edited to protect the innocent)
Once upon a night, Tim Ward Jr. was hungry... hungry for sex (and by sex I mean food.) Upon searching through the cabinets, he came across a magical cookie who offered him a real cookie. Jr. replied, "I do declare that I do not want a cookie, but rather a feast, bitch, so cook me up some real food!" The magical cookie turned himself into a knife at that moment and tried to stab itself, but to no avail, for the cookie (knife,) being the hard metal that it was, could not contort itself in any way possible that would allow it to puncture itself. So, he stabbed Jr. instead and then made a beautiful feast for him to look at and desire before he died. Jr. died miserably.
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