Well that’s nice. The Predator has brought the girlie a spinal column. Make a nice soup with that. She probably won’t appreciate it though. Still puttin’ on that shoe.
16 or 17 hundred years from now the archaeologists will argue over this post’s meaning since the girlie will be dead by then and The Predator will be living in Florida. Little bait shop, fishing charters, that sort of thing. Nothing like spinal cord for catching blue fin.
He could have popped the skull off first though. That was a little thoughtless of The Predator. No damn good for anything, skulls. Unless you’re putting on a play.
Anyway I hope she likes it cause I don’t need The Predator moping around here all weekend, getting underfoot, always wanting a hug. I’m moving tomorrow and he can either help or fuck off. And no beer till we’re done.
16 or 17 hundred years from now the archaeologists will argue over this post’s meaning since the girlie will be dead by then and The Predator will be living in Florida. Little bait shop, fishing charters, that sort of thing. Nothing like spinal cord for catching blue fin.
He could have popped the skull off first though. That was a little thoughtless of The Predator. No damn good for anything, skulls. Unless you’re putting on a play.
Anyway I hope she likes it cause I don’t need The Predator moping around here all weekend, getting underfoot, always wanting a hug. I’m moving tomorrow and he can either help or fuck off. And no beer till we’re done.
2 comments:
I hope it still contains the delicious marrow.
Love, a Tuna.
meh, some chicks are never happy
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