Donald Schwass

There’s nothing I love more than the pisswater that heralds my ketchup and mustard.

I started by dipping my bagel in whipped cream cheese like it was a bread bowl. Found my daughters 3 left over chicken nuggets… and the blue cheese my fiancée was hiding in the back of the fridge. Heavy scoops of blue cheese on the nuggets. I moved on to dipping the torn bagel in blue cheese shoving it right into the jar and scooping it out. Next was intermittently scooping regular and honey mustard pretzel thins. Dipped a few of those right in the blue cheese. Same deal. Made a provolone sandwich with sweet jalapeño mustard. Add a sip of loganberry.

Anyone else eat egg sandwiches with horseradish mustard?

He followed her into the vacant lot and parked next to her. As he walked up to her car his heart beat peaked, he could hear it as she got out to meet him. When she was close enough he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in by her soft eager flesh. their lips locked and their tongues danced. At this point they were both cheating. It didn’t matter now. This was pleasure, excitement, deceit. The destruction of trust trickled down her leg with every flash of fallic flesh.

Everyone has an asshole, and No one wants to admit it.