This chick had a bang’n bod and a tramp stamp that just said, “Harder!”
I correct, “Joseph was the first loser.” Nothing wrong with watching another bro bang your old lady—watched my old lady bang plenty—but then I tell him, “Raising another bro’s baby? I’m no loser. I’d murder another bro. Even if that bro was God himself.”
And now both these shepherds are using their hands to reverse-beckon us away, away! No-room-at-the-inning us until we slink away into the crowd.
God thunders a moan and suddenly… it’s snowing.
Andrew would like people to know the following:
By day, Andrew Rutledge works as a freelance Creative Director writing ads for gaming industry clients like Microsoft and Blizzard. But at night (and before-the-sun-comes-up mornings) this Hoosier native writes short stories while banging out a draft of his upcoming novel. Just never ask him what the word Hoosier actually means. That’s a story for another time. You can find his short stories here. Or drop him a note here.
Thank you, Andrew!
