>She walked into my life like she was walking into a bar. She was a knockout.
>>221800609>The kind of girl you'd want to marry and have children with
>Olivia Wilde as "Pruneface"
>>221800609>the dame sat down and started telling me her sob story>like a Nebraska cornfield, i was all ears>she said that she'd just come from seeing the new Nolan picture, but it was really her legs that you oughta see
>>221800609>If I had a dime for every dame who couldn't draw a dime in this business, my rectum would be fuller than Kevin Nash in the sweltering summer of '92.
There was a way about her.She wasn't that. She was the end.I got up, tired as I was, and told the way to go a way.She wouldn't have me of course. Who would. She stepped a way. Left me.Or had her way with me and had enough. Like I was a fountain of youth and she wanted to be a woman, not a babe.Tired teased me and I slept with her. Most of the world was prison while the drugs lasted. They found me, the part they could get in by, filled me with themselves. Little as was left it was enough to outclass them. Then they did it again. And again. Enough agains opposing them seemed token. They pretended I was asking for it by being different.For having a woman that required a man.What were they. Less than a way. Didn't matter. I never asked. They weren't right, but had the means to be, so were problem by their own pleasing.They didn't say please. Their goons, held me down, had their way with me, pin pricks into my ass cheeks. Missed my heart.It was a dull day, less than a daze. Just life inside me killed en masse. I'd earned her 100 times. And more. Today. But not to me. Only once or so when it was so my life wouldn't be lived as betrayal.More was expected from me. Some more was in most I made for others.Myself though i'd made hard. A lot of pushups, situps, runs and refusal. In the past. I took credit for them fat. Said it wasn't my fault that i'd relented.They watched. They waited. Trying to be what kills me. Not having the faintest chance of meaning more to me than diversions from dreams I was meant to have awake. I hadn't joined them.Maybe they wanted me to save them. Asking in the only way they could.Something to do. Something i'd let them do.That a way into my heaven.Not gonna happen.Just her and me. And a world without them.
>she had an ass like two zeppelins trying to dock in a storm
>>221800609>She sat down and looked over the bar at me, with her doe eyes.>Fangio's might have good cheap bourbon, but it really could use some higher bar stools.
>>221800749>like a Nebraska cornfield I was all earsHearty kek
>who's the tomato?
>It was a dangerous scene. Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to stay on my toes.
>>221801503This is embarrassing as shit. I hope this is a pasta because if you wrote this, damn. It's one thing to be cringe but you're going way too far.
