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My Recollection. Alley balls. GET… OUT. It’s not like we got so attached to her. Staying at other people’s houses is always a strange experience for a child as it’s…
My Recollection. Alley balls. GET… OUT. It’s not like we got so attached to her. Staying at other people’s houses is always a strange experience for a child as it’s…
My Recollection. Cin-Cincinnati-cin-Cincinnati-nat-Cincinnati-i. This is where she prints her weekly feminist newsletter. Thank you, Ralph, very graphic. “Okay, no spitting” The thing about rules is that they exist in blocks.…
My Recollection. The internet has taught me that there are two types of women who suck dog dicks: the ones who are getting paid and the ones who like it.…
My Recollection Gulp’n’Blow. I’m from the Alabama chapter. He did that on purpose. There’s this mythical king of pre-Corinth called Sisyphus and he was a bit of a cunt. He…
My Recollection This is the worst day of my life. The land of chocolate. You looken sharpen todayen, mein herr. The modern wave of gentrification has claimed many a Brisbane…
My Recollection. Hairy yellow drumstick. I’m Hugh Jass. Fire made it good. It’s 2008 and there’s a guy in the middle of Ann street with his pants around his ankles,…
My Recollection. Edgar ALLENpoe! MENDOZAAAAAAAAAAA! The driver is essentially a ballast. Queensland develops urban centres the same way a ginger tans: splotches of enthusiastic attempts one could mistake for the…
My Recollection My ding-a-ling. Scot-ish deer hound. Stringent usury laws. It was somewhere around the turn of the millennium and a friend of mine was labelling a 6-megabyte video file…
My Recollection. Oh, I hate having two heads. The ball is turning into a fat, bald guy. The turkey’s a little dry. Look, feeling boobs is neat and all but…
My Recollection Jewish people. I was just in the neighbourhood. A jazz musician I could understand. The thing about creation is that it’s boring. The results aren’t, the results are…