As long as I have a voice to sing with and fingers to play with, the story of my village—so far away now—will be told to everyone who rides the westbound R17. Unless, of course, the driver happens to notice I gave him a bogus transfer slip, in which case I’m probably screwed. Y...


If I had a Honey I Shrunk the Kids laser I would shrink this guy down and use his whole body as a dildo.