The afternoon had certainly been spoiled, in the surmise of Arthur Rowe,but still she smiled with poise,bounded helplessly as a victim to the distant blare of a romance sprout.
As the evening moved on, 'Hot damn eggs and ham'-said the committed to his love-'honey it's friday night, fire night! You'll be the blare in my eyes and my devotchka running high!'
'Oh don't bother to ignite the dullest night time in my life!'-said the hopeless victim to the intricate lover. 'Well, lets see what this fatal night brings us to redeem.'- said the lover, desperate to fabricate a flick that could save him from himself.
For the scenery of this night took place in a golf court where our beloved characters had been invited to a dreary dinner party. Near the maison was the fairway of the golf court. Our couple was sited in a spot where the fairway seemed erased as the atrocious vicious moonshine kept darkening their ways.
Suddenly they found themselves somewhere between sex & aphrodisiacs, shouting at the people who looked like robots,uncommonly mischieving along Vanessa's golden cat. Vanessa was a very naughty girl that was very fond of riding her young classmates like horses in bed. Oftenly she foisted her body onto her male friends, while her cat inflicted the image of fire into their eyeballs. They, aparently, suffered deep psychological damage. This girl is now stringing along two individuals named the Culture Vulture and the Empty Lie. Vanessa was responsable for making their acquaintance.
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