Wednesday, March 22, 2017


Today's paragraph from the work in progress...

Cudney got behind the wheel.  Slammed the door.  He cleared his throat and hucked a thick one into Tyson's passenger wheel well.  Then he tilted up on his right butt cheek and delivered a deep dark fog buster into the interior.  Giggling at how close he'd trimmed the line between farting and shitting his pants, he accelerated through the turn and dove down the Tower throat, into the parking garage.

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