So this whore was over the other night and she is going on and on about "smores".
her : I made the best smores when I was a girl scouts.
me:what the fuck is a smore. She starts to explain...blah blah blah.
her:You have never had one?
me: no
her: we have to make some at once.
me: what do we need?
her: marshmallow, gramcracker and an open fire.
me: negative on the open fire.
her: why?
me: welcome to Los Angeles prison system.
her : if you make this happen you can do whatever you want to me for the rest of the night.
me : done.
so we go to the store I get a habatachi grill. she gets all the crap for the smores. we get back I blaze the grill. she starts to harpoon the smore stuff on a dirty stick she found in the street. just about to make this happen and I hear a fire truck actually a few fire trucks. they are hetting closer. I look at her.
her : no way.
I think : oh shit.
the truck is very close then passes and goes behind us one block away. I look up and see smoke and flame 100 feet in the air. This will be neat. come on I say. we jog to house burning to the ground. Owner of the burnt home crying in street held by a man.
woman of burning home : oh my home. everything I own. boo hoo.
then she catches sight of me and whore. glares like we kicked her teeth in. then yells at us. YOU AWFUL PIECES OF SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE! It takes me a second to catch on. I look down at our hands where we hold sticks with marshmallow stuck to the end looking at this woman's burning home. I did feel bad for a minute. Now I just am amused.
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Pariah
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