Better to be P*ssed On Nov.01.2005
A scream emanating from the bushes caused us all to look toward the hedges. Starlet’s dog sped toward her and stood shivering between Starlet’s legs. Sabrina sprung up from her hiding place, urine-soaked shirt clinging to her. Everyone broke into laughter save me. I didn’t see anything funny about her snooping. My distrust of her [...]