Em em mee, em em mot, his tiny rented room was full of rot.
The walls were very thin, not made of bricks;
he could hear the sound of hookers turning tricks.
The walls were very thin, not made of bricks;
he could hear the sound of hookers turning tricks.
11 comments:
Is this personal expeience?
I hope so!
This is very deep, it needs closer analysis by people who are intellectual enough to be worthy of having an opinion.
I can imagine a sort of montage made up of each of the individual components of the Stabbing Bachelor, you know, like your CD case mosaic of Dixon and Daisy? That would the toppest of notches.
Excellent and thought-provoking. Who said entertainment couldn't make you think? Not me, that's for sure!
Fuck me that's a great idea - and here's me doing them on the fly. Twat that I am.
Nasty situation when rugby players turn to magic.
Me with a good idea? Really? I think they're the right sort of length - just a few lines with a small image. Or they could be arranged in a 4 by 6 (+2) array on a poser-sized piece of paper - on an actual poster in fact. Do you know anywhere that could print something like that off for you? If not, I have access to our Medical Illustration services and could get something done....
Rubgy players and magic? Eh???
Hookers turning... oh never mind.
As poster? hmm... mayber when we get into the M's and the N's we should look at posters.
Hey, have you refreshed my blog, new post for this evening just completed.
Nope,will check. Of course, hookers, tricks, duh
I think this is my favorite of the series so far.
pvlsssot!
Diiiiiiiirty.
he could hear the sound of hookers turning tricks.
That sucks. I'd move.
were you by my place last night? Is that what you are saying?
My secret out? Damn...you should have knocked on the window and said hello. We treat our friends right ;)
i must say that those kind of living conditions could drive even the nicest, most moral person to acts of depraved indifference.
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