Dark's Smithereens

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Dark's Smithereens

Gone to dark's smithereens of stones, where you lay. I just thought that I would visit you, and chat for awhile.

Oh! You ask if the kids are ok.

Well! Little Tommy blew himself up, from asshole to appetite. Now I have to rebuild the garage. But I have bits of Tommy in a few jars with pig knuckles.

Do you remember that idiot, who you were fucking? The one who thought he was a motorcycle cowboy. Unfortunately, he was sent off to cowboy heaven, where old Harley's rust. I put acid in his IV and tied a knot in his catheter as he "redlined."

I found your vibrator in your pillbox top hat. I thought it was a toothbrush. Wow! My gums are sore.

Betty Joe got knocked up after Tommy took to wings. She said the father is probably the high school basketball team. But she wasn't sure. I think it the tabernacle choir.

Well, sweetie, it's time I go. Just remember to wear your panties when going out at night.

It sure looks like rain. I brought you an umbrella. Parts of Tommy are two rows over. In case you want to give him a shout.


Submitted: July 03, 2021

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