Trouble in the Henhouse?

Listen bitch, keep your much more elegantly enunciated, youthful, sophisticatedly high class existence mouth off of my man and his body of work! I have been putting out and getting off on his delicate fingers and bulging wit for going three years steady and you think...

An EAT-MORE Epic?

“OH HENRY!” she cried in pleasant consumptive delight, Nougat, nuts, and chocolate, surely only the mandible could put up a fight? From an infernal machine it must have been shat, Only those devil possessed could willfully ingest a KitKat! Mixing board...

Ain’t Nothin’ But a

Doggedness for escapement. A propensity for complexity? Nope. Pretty standard fare, even for a dolt. A perplexity of apoplexy? Yup. Energetically stroked out, an irate distaste to conflate under a thoroughly buried hate. Bawl of wax fantasizing conceptual wane. A...