Dust Behind Tires

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“I just don’t get it.” We were driving. I was with Ginther Brown, a good ole’ country boy. He drove his truck. The road stretched on;...

I’ve always felt bad for the humpbacked whale. Imagine— if you would—a humpbacked human. What a poor chap he might be— eh? Another funny...

“Well I’ll fuck my uncle,” said the clerk. She was a sharp-nosed woman with cocaine hair and many moles. I spotted a thirsty sea wench or...

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