…….A meager miser, refused an appetizer, one too many Kaisers, but it didn’t surprise us, after all he is a miser, once pulled his rotten tooth with a pair of pliers, bald as Mike Myers in that flick, walks around with a stick, thinks he’s John Wick, his parents was hicks, from a bloodline of Bolsheviks. Doesn’t want fame, rings or chains, just for his money making machine to stay the same, steadily increasing his gains, he even saves the change. Keeps reckless desires in a cage, listens to haters rave while he controls his rage, allows the world to be someone else’s stage.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 9th, 2023 10:35
- Category: Unclassified
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