Sasquatch sighed, thinking, it’s gonna be a long drive to
“Ah Jesus” said Sasquatch as he spilled what felt like half of his soda onto his lap. He steered with one hand while rummaging through a bag of uneaten French fries sitting in the passenger seat, looking for a napkin. He found one at the bottom of the bag, and tried to mop up the spilt drink. This will be a long drive in a borrowed car, to see his girlfriend after living alone in the woods for four months. And now he had a sticky, smelly crotch.
Just great.
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