by The Rooster on March 15, 2010
y face was an inch from the mirror. I had witnessed a hen laying an egg earlier that morning and was trying to recreate what it looked like with my mouth. I puckered my lips and slowly pushed the underside of my tongue out.
“This is so cool, my mouth totally looks like a hen’s asshole,” I thought as I swiveled my tongue around the small gap in my lips.
Finally, my mouth smacked open like the pinnacle of a good lay. Just then, with my mouth wide open, I noticed a jaw breaker sized lump on the side of my cheek.
“That’s different,” I thought. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on March 7, 2010
sat in the passenger seat of Chaz’s Nissan Sentra. The black hood, a result of a fender bender, rattled as the rest of the fire engine red car vibrated. We were reaching speeds never before achieved on that Island before– 60 MPH’s.
“Step on it!” I ordered.
“I’m already going over the speed limit.” He said with a look of regret for have invited me to go with him to get his brakes checked. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on March 3, 2010
y Mom poked her head in the door.
“Jim… Hey Jim… Wake up.” She whispered.
“Who?… Yeah, I’m up,” I said as I rolled over and saw the silhouette of her large head. She closed the door and I sat up.
I looked around the room to orientate myself. I was just dreaming that I was living in an orphanage in New York City, so I was confused to whether or not I was awake or sleeping. [click to continue…]
