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.
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accomplice 4 life.
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