Thanksgiving stuffing part one

Eighteen years old, in the Navy, on a ship, 1,500 miles from home. No family, no girlfriend and it was Thanksgiving day. I was in my rack, listening to(and smelling)Doc Bags farting in the bunk below me. “Holy shit, Doc, go take a shit or just

The Perfect Truck = Part 1.

It’s monday morning. Weather’s gone all to sh*t, and Lana leans over to turn off

the ever persistant alarm clock that reminds her she’s late for work. Groaning she

climbs out of bed and stand in front of her full length mirror. Staring bac

the V girl

Walking into the bank, he was still nervous about his new

found powers of mind control. He never thought in his wildest

dreams that life could be so easy, or so decadent. As he pretended to

fill out a deposit slip, he scanned the variou

Me and the Deputy

Me and the Deputy

“Oh shit!” I screamed, as I saw the blue lights in my rear view mirror.

Thoughts of the last ticket that cost me $86 and the hell my husband gave me came rushing to my mind.

“May I see your drivers license and insuran

Parking Fees

This all started when my roommate in college got expelled. We had a nice apartment that ran a nice figure (roughly $1000/ month) and a single 5’8″, 170 lbs, medium length brown hair with hazel eyes, college guy couldn’t afford that on his own or eas