'I hate pets.'
Stephen wasn't even looking at the two girls making out.
'They shit, piss everywhere and demand a meal, never pay rent, never clean up dishes, leave hair, piss, and shit everywhere and bark and fuck and bark and run a general amok.'
That explained the collection of dead animals in the back yard.
'Don't get me wrong,' he said, now Cindy and Candy were directing their attention at me, 'I love cows, they supply us fresh milk each morning.'
Apparently Stephen King got the idea for his book from Kingster.
'He fucking stole the idea.'
Cindy and Candy were playing 'Milk Each Other.'
That got a smile from Kingster.
"And now they made a fucking cutesy wootsy movie out of his book.'
No royalties, I asked.
'That fucking cunt is a Scott.'
I said dogs were attacking their owners more.
And cats were eating the dead lying around in Syria.
I said the problem these days, animals had more welfare than humans.
'And they don't clean up after themselves.'
The kinda dogs I liked were the ones that lived in the wild, like wolves and dingos and foxes.
'They aren't as easy to feed meat laced with strong barbiturates,' said Stephen.
At last we were on the same page.
Then Cindy and Candy dialed a taxi.
"Fucking dull bunch of pussies,' said Cindy.
'Homos,' said Candy.
As far as missions went, this one was superb.
It unearthed the great American dream that was fueled by greed.
Stephen wasn't even looking at the two girls making out.
'They shit, piss everywhere and demand a meal, never pay rent, never clean up dishes, leave hair, piss, and shit everywhere and bark and fuck and bark and run a general amok.'
That explained the collection of dead animals in the back yard.
'Don't get me wrong,' he said, now Cindy and Candy were directing their attention at me, 'I love cows, they supply us fresh milk each morning.'
Apparently Stephen King got the idea for his book from Kingster.
'He fucking stole the idea.'
Cindy and Candy were playing 'Milk Each Other.'
That got a smile from Kingster.
"And now they made a fucking cutesy wootsy movie out of his book.'
No royalties, I asked.
'That fucking cunt is a Scott.'
I said dogs were attacking their owners more.
And cats were eating the dead lying around in Syria.
I said the problem these days, animals had more welfare than humans.
'And they don't clean up after themselves.'
The kinda dogs I liked were the ones that lived in the wild, like wolves and dingos and foxes.
'They aren't as easy to feed meat laced with strong barbiturates,' said Stephen.
At last we were on the same page.
Then Cindy and Candy dialed a taxi.
"Fucking dull bunch of pussies,' said Cindy.
'Homos,' said Candy.
As far as missions went, this one was superb.
It unearthed the great American dream that was fueled by greed.
