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THE STORY OF DONNA, TEENAGE AUTHOR - Donna began writing as a teenager about other teenagers who lived desperate lives in the vast world of desperate teenagers. Donna's book, π˜›π˜©π˜¦ π˜‹π˜¦π˜΄π˜±π˜¦π˜³π˜’π˜΅π˜¦ π˜“π˜ͺ𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 π˜›π˜Έπ˜° π˜›π˜¦π˜¦π˜―π˜’π˜¨π˜¦π˜³π˜΄, chronicles the teenage years of Kerry, a confused teenager and Lola, a mixed-up teenager who longs to escape the bonds of teenage desperation.
from Joan, a big gay lesbian woman who was leaving the state to become a forest ranger in Montana. She had big muscles and could lift a normal woman high up over her head before slamming her to the floor to ******* her for life. One day, a week after moving her furniture in, the big gay lesbian woman stopped by for a visit with a big basket of cheese, crackers and wine from southern Newfoundland. "I decided to move to southern Newfoundland instead of Montana," she informed Lucy sweetly, "and I want you to return there with me and be my lesbian lover forever because you're so ****." Lucy was totally dumb-******. "Okay, if that's what you want me to do, even though I'm not a lesbian." Ten years after that they had five children together because luckily Joan had a good-sized ***** to impregnate Lucy with. "I'm so happy that you have your *****," Lucy lamented, even though she thought lesbians were sexier than a dozen murdered prostitutes buried in shallow graves somewhere in the woods where nobody could easily find them.
Klareesha tugged on DeTyrone's meat ******* playfully as he rapped about racism. He was a ***** with strong ties to North American slavery and he hated it so much that one day, in the ghetto where he lived with his homies, he capped a *****. Later, in jail, he found out the hard way that his E.B.T. card meant nothing.
It is my original sin that kills everyone who won't shut up, not the 7 grenades taped to a nun or a U.S.-supplied Viet Cong machine gun.
It's the coarse leg-stubble that keeps my 2 legs from being overly &
overtly leggy as I day-dream more than ever for babe Gail Fisher as
Peggy, who could beautifully sing rock songs, opera, pop & reggae.
After utilizing a Russian ******* amputation kit, my ex-boyfriend Edward climbed the tallest mountain in Ohio with his ex-homosexual pal Marvin, whose testicles had been chewed off by a rabid antelope when he was 37. The weather was nice till a horrifying snow storm rolled in. "My testicles are freezing!" Ed exclaimed to the amazement of Marvin who didn't have any testicles either. Later, after consummating their mountainous friendship, God killed both of them.
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