"She's only doing this gig until her ex-husband's alimony check comes," I say. The woman with the deep, sunken eyes strums her guitar in a lament about lost loves.
"That is, IF he doesn't skip bail again and fall back into a life of robbing little old ladies at church," Nancy adds.
"Horny Farm Animals Want You!"
Apparently, there's a herd of lonely but sexually frustrated farm animals out there that have learned how to send emails. Smart horny buggers, aren't they? They've taken photos of themselves and want you to see.
Michelle gave a mighty shriek as she threw her punch, knuckles pale from her tensed muscles. It landed squarely onto Carla's chest, sending her staggering back—just enough for Michelle to follow up with a firm side kick that toppled her opponent.
"You have a boyfriend? Well, I have a wife."
She laughs and plays with a lock of hair around her ear.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA