Let it be UGLY
A Fat Bloke, a limp beauty and a Marketeer:
I:
The flab on my neck
sometimes come to the brim of my chin when I try to ogle at sexy kinky girls
through the corner of my eyes. Look this was just a piece of information for
you. I am pretty fine with my flab.
Probably these days,
even being on the 369th round of Candy Crush and mind you, without taking any
fucking help from my friends, doesn't seem enough to put me in my bliss-mood.
Ahhh! What the fuck is happening to me?
The crudest feeling of
being a beautiful attractive chick miserably fails when my limp leg sends the
sudden sharp chill through my spines. It’s pretty hurting as it puts your body
to numb for a few black
seconds. Yes, I had played around with a good number of hot guys when I was at the best of my activists but what the fuck is wrong with that. Everyone does and so do I. You don't need a Femoral Neuritis to understand the principles of world better. There are a few things in your life which should never be changed.
seconds. Yes, I had played around with a good number of hot guys when I was at the best of my activists but what the fuck is wrong with that. Everyone does and so do I. You don't need a Femoral Neuritis to understand the principles of world better. There are a few things in your life which should never be changed.
III:
Godamn Fucker, the
table lamp gotta be flickering fucking now!
You know the life of a
common man is actually very interesting. You find yourself sitting naked on the
bright white-washed bed sheet of your hotel with your organ oozing out the last
few drops of divinity. Yeah, the bliss-session with your hidden folders is over.
You give a fuck to the world! The burns on your left neck can never make you
feel uglier than Brad. I got pretty used to it. But yeah I still like to chomp
the two day old left overs finger chips with my Miller.
No comments:
Post a Comment