~Post baseless lies about the person above you - V.6~

Lives next door to a distillery and has a large fan directed to suck the angels share into his space so that he can at least inhale the whiskey, which he cannot afford to buy on his meager nightshift salary.
 
On Saturday afternoons after his dismal football team has lost again, he goes into the street and joins arms with his neighbours and does really really bad Michael Flatley impersonations.
 
On Saturday afternoons after his dismal football team has lost again, he goes into the street and joins arms with his neighbours and does really really bad Michael Flatley impersonations.
They're good impersonations!

Can spend hours in front of the mirror, just talking to herself
 
On Saturday afternoons after his dismal football team has lost again, he goes into the street and joins arms with his neighbours and does really really bad Michael Flatley impersonations.
(I was born and raised in Detroit, and the Lions are known for losing, so I resemble that remark.)

They're good impersonations!

Can spend hours in front of the mirror, just talking to herself

Went magnet fishing in the town's wishing well.
 
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