John Q roamed the street as if he were the baddest man in the goddamn town, he was of course unmasculinely feminine in appearance often smelling of aloe vera

The streets were dark and eerily quiet, the mood sobering and the night cold. Inside hung dog collars hung on bright pink walls.

Hastily they buried the tape to be extra extra safe, unfortunately they also buried with it an appointed human guardian

As the race reached its latter stages, fatigue crept into the atheletes' legs as speed abandoned them in favour of determination. Even canes couldnt help the toddlers quicken the pigs they rid

She was certinly eclectic, on the guitar she was phenominal, on the playstation she was unbeatable, she could paint a whole room in under an hour, her favourite food was kiwi peel

They danced all night, laughed at the prospect of working in the morning and cheered on as the alcohol exposed their slightly homosexual leanings...

He only drank bitter, as soon as work finished. Bitter. After dinner. Bitter. After fun with his wife. Bitter. When he woke up, on his cornflakes.... Vodka