While humping her on the side of the road, she died one day. […] He saw the big eighteen-wheeler coming, but her back was turned, and she saw nothing. He was suddenly scared, which helped obtain his freedom from her honey hole.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” ― “So go!”

Once the number of unanswered Asks in the inbox was over eight thousand, despite us deleting everything accumulated in the inbox once a year.

Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles, / Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war.