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The Girl in the Dirty Shirt. | Started by: Oasis on Nov 23, '08 21:45 |
As Oasis stood at the corner waiting, he clutched his hands behind his back and craned his neck, singing a little ditty under his breath The clouds around your soul, don't gather there for nothing. It wasn't long, though, before his impromptu session was interrupted by the the arrival of a Girl. The girl in the dirty shirt, to be precise.He stared ahead, not making eye contact with her as he spoke. Even if he had've though, she wouldn't have known; as despite the night having descended upon Philadelphia, he was wearing a fuck off pair of sunglasses. The flash twat. "Have you got the money?" The girl in the dirty shirt nodded and flashed a stack of the good 'uns, but like a seasoned pro she didn't hand over the money until she knew Oasis would keep his end of the deal. Knowing this, Oasis nodded and hopped onto a nearby Vespa, almost too conveniently placed. "Let's go get some Magic Pie." |
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...as the vestpa swerved and crashed into a light pole the last thing that went through his mind was, how in the world was she ever going to get that shirt clean?........ | |
Reply by: Oliver-Clothezov at Nov 23, '08 22:27 | |
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*Vespa. Dingbat. |
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Reply by: Oasis at Nov 23, '08 22:40 | |
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Lampost damage is sure to be a bugger when it comes to washing shirts. Might have to leave it to soak over night. Dammit, when will they learn |
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Reply by: Tish at Nov 24, '08 06:39 | |
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