Baby, you’re drunk-drunk.
SHOVEL: You’re drunk-drunk big boy.
speculative fiction by John Rubens
And one-by-one, the adulteress’s accusers left Him with her.
Who can withstand the judgment of Our Lord? HEART
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GOING MY WAY?
Travelling companion possibilities. During a recession. New York, New York: “That’s life”. RE: getting one’s dick groped or one’s anus penetrated by a broomstick to save one’s balls from destruction. My favorite NIKE’s were made in the Pacific Northwest and in Vietnam.
JOHN RUBENS is no Mother Teresa. 