Saturday's Storyteller: "When in Rome, find the nearest food cart and turn that bastard out of business to let him know you're done fucking around."
by Belinda Roddie
When in Rome, find the nearest food cart and turn that bastard out of business to let him know you're done fucking around.
Only don't do it with a girl with six tattoos and impressive biceps who runs a gelato cart on the corner. That shit may be sweet, but he is not.
Also, do you have the number for a good doctor? Ever since the bitch dislocated my shoulder, I can't seem to pop it back in properly.
Maybe the scrawny guy running the hot dog stand is good bait.
Or maybe I'd like to keep both arms functional.
This week's prompt was provided by José García.
When in Rome, find the nearest food cart and turn that bastard out of business to let him know you're done fucking around.
Only don't do it with a girl with six tattoos and impressive biceps who runs a gelato cart on the corner. That shit may be sweet, but he is not.
Also, do you have the number for a good doctor? Ever since the bitch dislocated my shoulder, I can't seem to pop it back in properly.
Maybe the scrawny guy running the hot dog stand is good bait.
Or maybe I'd like to keep both arms functional.
This week's prompt was provided by José García.
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