TM 153: Sunrise

Nov 28, 2006 17:34

Frankie always wonders why people mess everyFUCKINGthing FUCKING up.

No, really. )

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theprivate_ryan November 30 2006, 02:06:25 UTC
You done with your bitch fit?

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indianrunner November 30 2006, 12:09:20 UTC
Mind your language, little girl. *grumpy*

ooc: the mun had a good laugh, the pup is not amuseeeed! LOL. Thank you, I needed a laugh! :D

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theprivate_ryan November 30 2006, 12:37:13 UTC
Kiss my ass, old man.

OOC: Heh, Ryan's a brat. :P

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indianrunner November 30 2006, 13:58:38 UTC
So, how you doing these days?

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Frankie's Christmas Present theprivate_ryan December 24 2006, 13:37:14 UTC
It's Christmas Eve. It's three o'clock in the morning. She's drunker than...well...Frankie, usually. And she's standing in front of his motel room door, banging on it.

She's dressed in a pink corset, pink thigh high stockings, high heels that she's teetering around in, and she's holding a four foot long candy cane and a gift bag.

Shivering.

After all, it's THREE O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING IN NEW YORK!

So she bangs on the door, and then yells. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! Jesus H. Christ on a fucking Ritz cracker, Frankie! It's fucking cold out here, you drunk ass motherfucker! I got something big for you to lick...and it's not Lexi! OPEN DE DO!"

Then she starts to sing. "Frankie's balls, Frankie's balls, tingle all the way...."

Yes...she is very, very drunk.

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