I’ve wanted to be an actor, a rock star, a writer, and/or a director depending on the level of grandeur I was on. Or how much Star Search I’d been watching.
Puking on the subway would be amazing. Everyone would be forced to endure the putrid stink of your throw-up until the next stop. There’s nothing they could do.
I passed the audition to be the new singer of Nobody In Particular. Quite a change from delivering Grade-Q meat to cafeterias, but I’m up to the challenge.
She pulled at his ears. He pulled at her ass. She stepped back, staggering and gasping, not like one would expect from a Queen. She grabbed at the jug blissfully.