Down in the dumps about the election? Looking for an escape from our National Jobs & Politics Sadness via the wonder of books? Do you crave Teabagger erotica about a small-town Texan sheriff who leads a dramatic insurrection against the degenerate rulers of Amerika, leaving a trail of dead and maimed illegal immigrants in his wake, while having weepy sexytime with his wife? If you answered “Oh hell yes!” to all these questions,
shheeeshhh: always the vaguely religous sexual experience with the wingtards. if i were an omnipotent deity, i'm pretty sure i wouldn't really care about margie and mike's orgasm.
Also, paul a word here. the following is not in any way a description of any couple who's been together for any time, even say, four hours:
She exerted her strong will to keep from crying. If it woke him it would be complicated and might lead to disordered talk.
i think maybe instead of self publishing you should take an acting class or go to a library or make pasta or something.
especially when you are swamped with odd sense impressions. I'm not even sure what that phrase means, but it apparently doesn't mean "concerning yourself with your wife's pleasure".
Does this fellow even know what a comma is? Heavens, that's some halting prose - it's like listening to someone yammering and stuttering, absent of rhythm altogether. Greer, how could you read all that? I could barely make it past the excerpts you quoted.
All great lit needs a moment where one of the characters punches someone in the fart box with their tongue. It will be Christmas soon. Dickens' immortal classic could have a scene where Bob Cratchit is home listening to his wife nag him about putting up with Scrooge's shit, and he just cold punches her fart box with his tongue. (This is but one example.)
Ah Greer, go ahead and spoil the ending. Nobody here is going to read the book except the trolls. I'm guessing Houston Texas becomes the new federal capital, Mormonism is the state sponsored religion and truck Nutz are a legal requirement for pickup trucks which are the only vehicles allowed on the corporate owned roads.
shheeeshhh: always the vaguely religous sexual experience with the wingtards. if i were an omnipotent deity, i'm pretty sure i wouldn't really care about margie and mike's orgasm.
Also, paul a word here. the following is not in any way a description of any couple who's been together for any time, even say, four hours:
She exerted her strong will to keep from crying. If it woke him it would be complicated and might lead to disordered talk.
i think maybe instead of self publishing you should take an acting class or go to a library or make pasta or something.
Isn't that the point of tragedy?
Of course...it's always better to finger your prick than it is to prick your finger.
There's Hemingway too - look at the portentous title
I like that better than mine.
Sheriff Bonner: Quick on the trigger finger AND the penis trigger.
especially when you are swamped with odd sense impressions. I'm not even sure what that phrase means, but it apparently doesn't mean "concerning yourself with your wife's pleasure".
Does this fellow even know what a comma is? Heavens, that's some halting prose - it's like listening to someone yammering and stuttering, absent of rhythm altogether. Greer, how could you read all that? I could barely make it past the excerpts you quoted.
Apparently not.
Mississippi had her Faulkner. Now it's Texas' turn.
All great lit needs a moment where one of the characters punches someone in the fart box with their tongue. It will be Christmas soon. Dickens' immortal classic could have a scene where Bob Cratchit is home listening to his wife nag him about putting up with Scrooge's shit, and he just cold punches her fart box with his tongue. (This is but one example.)
Sounds like the Sherriff is kind of quick on the draw if you know what I mean.
Ah Greer, go ahead and spoil the ending. Nobody here is going to read the book except the trolls. I'm guessing Houston Texas becomes the new federal capital, Mormonism is the state sponsored religion and truck Nutz are a legal requirement for pickup trucks which are the only vehicles allowed on the corporate owned roads.
Kind of like "Friday Night Lights" meets "24".
You should write porn. Good porn, not that sleazy stuff.
<i>They hugged and soon united physically and were briefly enraptured. </i>
Is that anything like screwing?