August 30, 2012

T. Rubble

Some times I wonder. I wonder why I ever open this big mouth of mine. It brings Trouble. Trouble has tits, an ass, and a mind like a psycho. And now Trouble is knocking at my doorstep.

I continue to ignore her repetitious beatings. The sound is getting louder. Too much to bear. I must not open the gate. Entrance must be barred.

Trouble must not enter.

Hold steadfast. Keep your stronghold. Stay....

away.