Short stories, mini-fables, whispers and notes of nuisance.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Drive Thru Banking

Pretend you are crying when I pull into the money sucking stall. Im gonna vacumm over my paycheck and you sob like an infant into the mic. Ill say, "Can you send back a handfull of balloons and pens for my baby princess?" Then we split the loot and haul ass out of town.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

accomplice 4 life.