Basking in Ambien’s glory

As she plunked back-first onto the 120 thread count, imitation marimekko sheets with the graceless precision of a headless chicken, his mother’s bounteous, misshapen breasts flopped out into her armpits like two half-filled sacks of jello.

— The Royal We, at 3am
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~ by zactopia on August 27, 2009.

One Response to “Basking in Ambien’s glory”

  1. hmm…that sounds very familiar?

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