Stream of con artists. Doesn't help and
we don't need the matchstick, man.
Can it then, Carl. Confidence is key.
Gotta walk the talk, talk the walk.
You all don't know. It's east of Eric,
or so I've heard. Don't know anymore
rightly. Strike that thing I said before.
I need to fire up some heat. ASAP,
please, you shithead. I'm trying to be polite,
but if you're not careful we're gonna mark you next.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...