There'd be no satisfaction though. You're dear to me. Okay, Effy is standing on the corner. I know it's Effy because I looked him up. He's waiting for a bus, standing close to the road. I walker up behind and then stumble on a cigarette butt and into Effy as the 1PM Express Passes goin' like a bat out a . I come back here and portend like I don't know from apple butter, I was down for a nap all morning. I'm talking to him as if he were there, but it's just to set up my alibi. The next day that (v) fellow states that Effy stumbled on a cigarette butt and got flattened like a cartoon character by the aforementioned 1PM Express.
You, I, da, kori, and Andrew win.

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