Yave heard don eat where you
shit
Jesusreally. I hate
that aphorism.
I like it pithy don beatround the bush thas an idiom
I know, I know . .
. . Ofcourse ya do I
had no doubt
Howbout something pithier Don shit while ya eat
AwwJesus.
Pretty ugly
My kid brother would grab an
apple from a bowl on the kitchen table bite into it an head into the half bath
just off the kitchen
Whadadya doin
Hed
take another big bite through his juicy
chewin Goin to the bathroom shut the
door behind him sound of the toilet lid striking the tank Crunch another bite
My stomach flipped
He did become a soldier
Maybe thas wha it takes
I didn’t need to know that.
No I was happy sharing
Which brother?
You knowem all Who do you think
I think . . maybe I don’t
want to know.
Yahwell ya shake their hands
Where were they
last
AwwJesus.
I don’t wanna know. Suppose I’ll take my chances
Sure Aint remotely as bad as losing at Russian roulette
1500, Saturday,
22 1. 22
1030, Sunday,
20 3. 22
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