You Should've Kept Driving

by M.A. Savino

“Jenny, if you don’t shut your mouth, I’m going to slice you open and release your guts onto the floor like a fucking piñata.”

I would stuff some freshly whipped warm mashed potatoes between his butt cheeks and lap them up like a thirsty dog.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck. Benny’s so fuck, fuck, fucked,”

“Gross. Maybe she has a problem.” Yeah, you two.