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Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 20
I was completely dumbfounded by Ks ridiculous and hurtful questions. How she had once again managed to get the upper hand in this verbal foreplay was beyond me and I wasnt enjoying it one little bit. And how she knew what was going on was now a burning question I needed answered.
What the . . .what do you mean by that . . .what are you saying exactly? That I am stupid? No, no, no, that cant be babe, I was careful, really sneaky. I only told you what I wanted you to know, what I thought you needed to know so you wouldnt keep asking me questions. No, no, no, Im not stupid K, its YOU, you are the deceitful one, the treacherous one, the one spying and lying. Just exactly how did you find out, huh, HOW?
(IM RUNNING OUT OF STRATEGIES . . .THE WOMAN IS GOOD, RELENTLESS, UNBENDING, SHE ISNT SWEATING OR PANICKING OR ANYTHING.MOTHER ***** ME, SHE IS ONE TOUGH NUT TO CRACK).
And before I knew what hit me, and believe me she did hit me, K reached beside for a pillow and began to beat me up the side of my head. I fell flat on the bed and crossed my arms over my head to protect myself from this homicidal maniac as she tossed out insults with every blow – – words like knucklehead, birdbrain, moron, ***** moron, idiot just to name a few.
But I wasnt going to take this much longer and I certainly wasnt going to take it lying down. In one swift and unexpected move I bolted up as she prepared to take another swing and knocked her backwards off my body. I quickly reached for the other pillow, got to my knees and started returning her attacks, blow for blow. I began shouting back insults as well with every blow – words like crazy wench, madwoman, lunatic, ***** lunatic .
Within seconds the room was filled with soft fluffy feathers as each pillow exploded and the sounds of our dog, Elvis, barking loudly began to annoy us. Together we stopped just long enough to vent our frustrations on that interfering mutt. K turned over on her stomach and looked down at him holding nothing but an empty pillowcase covered in down. I was now sitting on her butt and leaned way over the bed to make sure that mangy mongrel could hear me.
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(37 votes, average: 3.27 out of 5)
i love this stuff!!!! Please…please keep writing!!!
Beachie….I know you will write again…its in your blood. Thanks for making me laugh once again. My e-mail is messed up so just in case…March 10th is a go.
LOL! You are a lousy liar Beach; you gotta change your strategy cause you’re a sitting duck. You’ll get busted before you can spell “Lâ€â€¦
I didn’t read this yet. I’m going to now. I just wanted to say thanks for writing your stories. They always make me laugh, cry, cry while I laugh, and pee my pants. I’m not ashamed to admit that by the way. Off to read the End For Now. ha.
Bravo!! Loved it! A fabulous ending….even though I’m with Janet…well, and Bette. Is it the end? Or is it just the beginning? My Bette! I cant believe I just typed that stupid line! Only for YOU do I do all things L….only for you! Great great stuff Beach. You’re my kinda nut.
“those unmistakable sounds of the Scabs belting out BIGG BUTTS AND BLOWJOBS, I knew right then ………â€
Well, in the end, I think we all get busted, don’t we?
~ and now I’m off trying to get lose of that stupid grin on my face ~ ;-)
Oh my God…wait…Oh my Bette!! Beach, that was perfect!! I was on the floor laughing when K was looking in Beach’s eyes for the tattoo!! Hey…maybe next time I am in town, you can sneak out again for another Belgian Waffle (with extra whipped cream if I remember right). Don’t let this be the absolute end…please.
You are so fuckin’ insane! LMAO! :D