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Thunder Sandwich #23 |
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Jerry Erwin |
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The Guy Next Door (#6) The alcoholic guy next door talks to himself in the shower every morning No. He rants to himself in the shower. he pontificates on all manner of social and political issues with great passion and conviction, bellowing out something about "the masses," and at first I thought there was a woman in there with him, listening to all his enraged shit as she lathered up his anguished balls, giving his yodeling oretory some relevance, but no, I realized the only one exposed to his alcoholic disconnect was me (trying to take my own peaceful and non-pontificating shower) and really, what manner of woman would have spent the night with such a lost soul, even if he did bathe regularly? I don't know it's just me and my testicles as usual. Trudy (#11) I often wake up in the morning with an erection and thoughts of Trudy she would always get my dick so hard and for so long, that it actually hurt she refuses to have anything to do with me now, perfectly content with her little Chinese man, and her cats, and the spacious house she inherited from her mother I still live in my little single apartment, alone but for my erection, which is just as hard but no longer hurts, and that, apparently, is my problem. |