She was too drunk.
She had drank a fifth of vodka
over four hours.
Oh, we tried, but it wasn't happening.
It was sloppy and cumbersome;
we were like two hippos wrestling
in the mud.
I got up and left her to her
impotent dreams.
I made a cup of coffee, and
sat in the dark.
Images ran through my mind.
I turned on a light and started
writing. At least something was working.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2024 09:05
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Comments7
It's like a flooded engine it just won't start until it has sat for a while. Keep the motor idling.
Lol. Thanks for reading and commenting.
You turned that light on?! lol.
lol. Thanks.
lmao 🤣 oh this is glorious I started laughing at the title and didn't stop ERM yeh your pen stayed up! There was no mention of the mud though darling 😂
fabulous stuff.
You are the best. Thank you, Teddy.
Sshh .. it happens Tom .. & I am so glad you found this place .. write on brother .. Neville
Thanks, brother.
Drink has a lot for which to answer Thomas.
Andy
You are right. Thanks for commenting.
Superb and funny
Thank you so much.
Would the water have been turned into wine if this encounter had been "successful," Thomas?!
Probably not. Thanks for reading.
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