Last Person to Post Wins (Part 4)

When the travellers stopped, they looked around and saw tissue. An old man had just sniffled his nose.

The tissues on the floor made a combination of letters that were eerily juxtaposed.

A fat girl read her Bible and she clutched it so very tight.

But it's not the same when your bed's intentions are to eat your cellulite.

A church mouse moved along and he scurried all about, kissing the lady mouse with his unwashed tongue.

Life just ain't okay when you're on the bottom rung.
 
The crying coroner was a foreigner of ill repute.

He'd leave a dinner and spin his hostess to boot.

One evening the town had really seen it and bound together, collectively fed up with his shit.

They met him, undressed him, and left him deep in a hole.

And that was the story of that grandpa's ashes we stole.
 
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A blue elevator was on the back of a bus. The driver of the bus had finally noticed it after several years on the job. He never dared to press the button on an elevator that he presumed was defunct. However, he did today. He pressed the button and his finger wasn't capable of being pryed from the elevator. After a short-period of struggle, his finger had finally come loose.

The elevator opened.

Inside of this elevator wasn't a small space, but acres of virgin land untouched by industry. Then suddenly, a bulldozer...

Fuck it.
 
Two lovers on a Sandy beach were lost in each other's eyes. Their names were James and Angeli. James was the rebel type, he enjoyed his fast cars and motorcycles. Angeli was a girl from a coastal town, traditionally minded.

It didn't work out, James died in his 20s.
 
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nuh uh. moi.
 
bear!
 
true. you too. :p <3
 
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