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July 12, 2007


So, you come here often?

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“So, you come here often?”

“Oh, my God! You’re so cute! Hi! I’m Susan and yeah, I come here every Wednesday night because that’s the night Mother gets her nails done in the afternoon and I live with my mother by the way and anyway she gets her nails manicured every Wednesday afternoon and then the fumes give her a migraine and I have sinus so it doesn’t bother me but Mother takes these pain pills left over from her uterus operation and I tell her, well it’s…”

“Um, excuse me, I think I see somebody I know over there.”

Posted by: Barb at July 12, 2007 1:38 PM · Permalink

"Really? That's the best you can do?! Take a look at me. Do you think these breasts were cheap? And do you have any idea how much time I spent on this makeup before I came here? And my God! Do you know how painful these heels get at the end of the night?"


"Now unless you're going to buy me a drink and seriously compliment my ass, which looks fantastic in this dress thank you very much, I suggest you move to a different stool to make room for someone who actually has a shot at getting laid."

Posted by: Nick at July 12, 2007 2:39 PM · Permalink

“Coz you shouldn’t you sick fuck!”

(He was sitting on a park bench.)

“Are you still here?”

“Well, Are you?”

(A bench of thick beach, weathered and worn since it was donated by Mr and Mrs Jones back in ‘96.)

“Go on! Fuck! Off!”


“I’m not fucking interested you sick, perverted, motherfucker!”

He stood up, slowly. Walked away, silently cursing her under his breath.

He was just lonely.

Watching the children made him happy inside. Thinking of them brought a wholesome glow, goosepimpling his skin and sensitizing his whole body. The innocence of the pleasure was something never questioned.

Posted by: Kris at July 12, 2007 9:42 PM · Permalink

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