“Got me a backlog of Homos,” he said, “You any good at sewing son?”
“No,” I said. Sex vedio “Have you tried Facebook.” Gloria asked. “W’what,” he says, as he sort of shakes himself, “Oh my christ.” he wails. “Well I ain’t neither, you seen Rick’s hound dog around?” he asked. “It’s Somalian,” he replied, “I got it off Ebay.”
“Right,” I agreed, “So why?” I asked. “Sammy,” she said, “We could do a franchise,”
I already said she could have her Tits on the advert. Gloria was glorious, as was Sam’s house, I hardly could believe it, like it was huge, about a quarter mile from Rick Nelsen’s place. Next thing Sam got started,I tried to see what was happening but there was too much blood and Sam set to work with his pliers and knife and little clamps made from clothes pins and some cat gut from his fishing box and somehow he fashioned that cock skin into a cunt while I kept pumping that hand pump pumping from that hog in the yard through about ten yards of tube and into the guy’s arm to stop him bleeding to death. I hunted round the place and found the parts to put the engine of my 68 Mustang back together, Francie had been washing dishes in the oil pan and the pistons were under the bed, I wondered why it was so lumpy, so it took
