Let's write some more.

"The sun sank below the horizon in much the same way a ruined husk of a perfectly dissected body, carefully chained to several cement blocks to assure a permanent aquatic residence, sinks beneath the waves out in dreary Boston Harbor."

 

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has that pedophile face... looks like a mug shot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15S0g8pG6HU

 

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I hit the service bell on the hotel counter; the resulting ding sounded just like a woman's last frightened gasp for air as your hands tighten around her neck. The desk clerk came out of the back and looked at me like I had just finished stuffing my penis into a suffocated broad's left eye cavity.

"Whattaya want?" he asked in the same snotty tone a one-eyed asphyxiated lady might level at her murderer provided she wasn't, ya know, asphyxiated and all.

"A lollipop. What's it look like? A friggin' room, ya mope," I shot back, kinda like a .22 Winchester Rimfire passed down to you from your great-grandfather might aerate a cycloptic stranglee's ever-taunting funbags.

The smartass grunted and went for the keys while I threw some money down on the counter like it were some broad's badly burned body plummeting down some long-forgotten dry gulch somewhere off Route 190.

 

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