The old brick walls of Mr. Roadrages Fortress of Solitude had great character, but I was astonished to see Fagit bich spray-painted in black near the huge wall-mounted TV.
What happened there?, I asked.
Oh, that, Mr. Roadrage said grimly, his strong jaw tight. I had uninvited guests a few months ago I left that as a reminder of their visit. It was a real shitty day, even if it turned out fun.
You mean they vandalized your place?, I asked, shocked someone would have the nerve to do that to Mr. Roadrage. This was a rough neighborhood.
Yeah, Mr. Roadrage said. And they picked a real bad day to piss me off. My morning started with a rejection letter from some magazine Size Queen, I think it was. Id sent in a couple dozen nude shots of me, you know, flexing and horned up. Showing off the boner, you know, he chuckled, reaching down to give his thick erection another slap.
What happened there?, I asked.
Oh, that, Mr. Roadrage said grimly, his strong jaw tight. I had uninvited guests a few months ago I left that as a reminder of their visit. It was a real shitty day, even if it turned out fun.
You mean they vandalized your place?, I asked, shocked someone would have the nerve to do that to Mr. Roadrage. This was a rough neighborhood.
Yeah, Mr. Roadrage said. And they picked a real bad day to piss me off. My morning started with a rejection letter from some magazine Size Queen, I think it was. Id sent in a couple dozen nude shots of me, you know, flexing and horned up. Showing off the boner, you know, he chuckled, reaching down to give his thick erection another slap.