So Dude, Does Anyone Else Know You Scream Like a Seven-Year-Old Girl?
I opened my car door and slid in. I love the way the leather feels as you slide across it, it’s suppleness lightly tickles the skin. I slipped the key into the ignition and started the car. As I glanced up in the rearview mirror, those bottomless-pit-for-eyes glared at me from the back seat. The scream I let out, well let’s just say that it was good none of my buddies were with me. But the leather is now never going to be the same after I am done cleaning up the mess. “Jeez Death! You scared the... Sign in to see full entry.