We just called them Red Ropes. Those dudes were dicks. Funny, but dicks.
You keep begging but I'm pretty sure whatever God you're on your knees for is changing its hearing aid. Use the dying breath you twist your screws into. Perhaps you're doing it wrong? Like, your kneeling posture is wrong, or perhaps you're not saying it correctly. You may want to go ahead and double check the manual, just to be on … Continue reading They’re Not All Gonna Be Winners
Who doesn't like a tragedy? Here's my first try at one, enjoy. - Ramon
Where tall white sexy women with bikini thongs smoke weed out of bongs while arguing what their favorite Tupac song is.
Whew, what a month! I've gotta say, I am so very glad I didn't start a New Year's resolution. Decided to just go ahead and cut the middle man out of the equation and not even try. Yay me. I submitted a story to The Machinery Magazine here on WordPress, fingers crossed if it … Continue reading State of the Boat. #4
Never have been good at rhyming, so I went ahead and wrote a death metal song about my strong sexual desires for a girl's toddler bike. Apologies for the bad rhyme in advance, was focusing more on the syllable count. -Ramon The handle bar molestation Leads to partial insemination, Ridden harder, hands gripping … Continue reading Concupiscence of My Toddler Bike
He was running eerily fast, chopping into people with that axe, their screams blood-curdling as they gurgled out the remainder of the air in their lungs