Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Different Type of Matter

From Retch's perspective, just having seen that damn thing on her finger was poor. And the fact that it was frigging blooming, for Christ! I mean, hell, folks/truth be known, it was almost as if the sun had had its own frigging butt-crack opening floundering and stumbling kerplunkingly. Of course, for Retch to have had such a hankering for his own sniffer to sense it so/dutifully, you really do have to wonder about him, too. I sure as hades do.


Stella by Starlight said...

I think I'm out of it. Who or what is Retch?

Will "take no prisoners" Hart said...

Retch is one of my long standing fictional characters. And as you can probably tell, this frigging guy just can't catch a break, especially with the ladies!