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Sam was happier than ever before. For the first time, life looked like it had dealt a winning hand. Having won a national newspaper competition, he awaited his prize of
a half eaten banana sandwich and a three day old open beer
which would make for a great marinade, if he had the money for meat. Not having any money (or meat,) he decided to swig it down. The alcohol had mostly evaporated, leaving a taste of
sun-dried cum on my salad. I reached for the fork, and
poked me in the eye with it. "Ouch!" I cried, "Bitch! Now I'll have to
jump off the bridge and hope to catch my miniature pigeon that has not learnt how to swim
