Wednesday, June 10, 2009

SIX WORD STORY

Treat me to dinner for once!

I am not paying for that!

You know I didn't do it.

Outside the window: jacarandas and maples.

"Hello". "Good-bye." "So that's it?"

Your time is close at hand.

I could sure use a hand.

You poor excuse for a bastard.

He's a ghetto Homer Simpson wannabe.

All he wanted was to die.

Such a complete waste of space.

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