My cell phone rang. Lynn was closer to it than I, so she answered.
"Hello?" she said. "Oh hi, Jim. He's bus-- OH MY GOD, KEEP IT RIGHT THERE!" She gritted her teeth, let slip another "Oh my God," and dropped the phone to the floor.
Jim didn't know it, but he was about to hear a DP fisting session from start to finish. I tried to hit the "End" button on the phone with my foot, but my balance got thrown.
Fuck it. Tomorrow our friendship would just take on a new dynamic.
Date Written: October 30, 2004 Author:The Rid Average Vote: 3.2
Comments:
11/8/2004Will Disney: DP = Director of Photography?
11/8/2004Will Disney: Whose relationship?
11/8/2004Litcube: Double Penetration. Fisting. That'll be some hole.
11/8/2004anonymous: The relationship between Jim and the author. At least, I think he and Lynn are more than friends already.
11/8/2004TheBuyer (4):
11/8/2004anonymous: "He" in my comment being the author/narrator.
11/8/2004Will Disney: That's what I thought!
11/9/2004Litcube (3):
12/24/2004Shane Mahoney (1): I fail to see how this piece addresses the pressing issue of how we are moving forward in our application of the North American ideal of preservation and the stewardship of our vital natural rezources.
07/29/2005Mr. Negative (5): Shane Mahoney, you cunt.
07/29/2005Kenji X (3): Litcube, unless the unnamed DP fister has very, very small hands.