That last sentence was an interesting similie (and I hope no pianos were actually harmed in the writing of this segment!).

Geez, this is good!

I’m a bad boy… I spend most of my time at work these days thinking about what’s going to happen next in my ficlets.

elequant mess this information i am about to give you has been the ruin of more men the house of ill repute. Henry David Therau said, “There is no greater way for a man to waste his life than to do it earning a living.”
hey you were looking for a job when you found that one.

hey i am thinking about moving to mexico so i can live of my wifes inheritance and just write on ficly. Maybe pull of a few contract hits and ship a flew planes under the radar and supliment my income. but write on ficly most of all.

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hey you gotta be wondering how a thug as felon can get a hot woman like ‘not you’(ficly screen name) with an inheritance, but the answer is in the grift. Every girl wants a bad boy, deep within every socialite debutante is a dame who wants a boy who looks like elvis, drinks a real martini and aint afraid to grip the wood grain.
sorry i wanted to sequel so i used this comment section to get into the character….not you really is my wife though

Haha awesome. Ahh, back to work…