Friday Night
As I pushed her drunken shell into the cab
And began to climb in behind her
I grew terrified
For she was drunk and on the urge of vomiting
And with a 20 minute cab ride ahead of us there would be no escape
From the diarrhea stench of liberated fart
Unleashed by the cabbie
Seconds before
I had opened the door
And began to climb in behind her
I grew terrified
For she was drunk and on the urge of vomiting
And with a 20 minute cab ride ahead of us there would be no escape
From the diarrhea stench of liberated fart
Unleashed by the cabbie
Seconds before
I had opened the door
Labels: alcohol, MY WRITING, toronto
posted by M'Adair at 10:40 a.m.
4 Comments:
hey punk! who you callin' a drunken shell (shaking fist)!!!???
I guess I'm calling "Anonymous" a drunken shell, though I could have sworn I was talking about someone with an actual identity.
Hmmm, not much of an identity really but thanks anyway. You're very kind.
Sarcasm will get you nowhere!
:)
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