I used to work in the city
back in the 80's and the homeless guys used to really piss me off. I'd spend long days in the office and the last thing I needed to see on the way home, hanging around downtown, was the dirty fucking winos. This one cunt had a dog, a yappy little fucker. One night, after the little runt had tried to bite me for the 6th or 7th time that week, I stamped on it with my heel. The look on the vagrants face was a delicious mixture of repulsion and sadness. He barely noticed as I slid a knife slowly, but firmly into his neck and watched him bleed out. People walked past and never even noticed. This is not an exit.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 17:48, 4 replies)

Oh Patrick, you cad.

( fuck shit up the best you never had, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 17:49, closed)

Oh Mr. Bateman
Your thread is coming loose.
(DeactivateThisDisaster No., Thu 2 Jul 2009, 18:56, closed)

Aren't Genesis
fantastic?
( monkeybananaraffle, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 20:36, closed)

,,
Dorsia's nice...
( LittleWhiteTreat, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 21:46, closed)