IOU

by Kristy Marie

At this point, though, you’re probably wondering why I’m screaming, ‘Fuck you!’ instead of grabbing some water and helping Tucker pull the curtain rod down. It’s simple. I hate Tucker and hope his dick catches fire.

“Yeeeaaah,” I drawl. “That would be a negative, Captain. I tried really hard, but no one had any available space.” And they are all twattastic, but I don’t need to tell Bostic that.

“I don’t know, Mom,” I mumble into the phone, scanning the corkboard outside of Westminster Hall. “Maybe he was removing the stick up her vagina and fell in.”

Women should never lose sight of their hopes and dreams. They should be individuals that are amplified by their mates

People make their own choices. Tucker made his by slipping his dick into my roommate while I slept, and he supposedly couldn’t. It’s not my fault he’s a whore. It’s not Taylor’s fault that she’s a conniving little cunt.

“Look closely. Do you see two shits or a fuck anywhere in my eyes?”

Some people are meant to burn, and others are meant to rise from their ashes. And then I set that bitch on fire.

“Is he in a good mood?” I ask, referring to Pops. Cooper scoffs. “You mean since he found out he was going to tear you a new asshole?” I don’t respond. “Sure is. Perked him right up.” I should have just fled the country.

“Goodbye, Tucker. Catch an STD and live the good life.”