"Oh, nothing, just texting someone," I said."A girl?" he asked."Uh, yeah, actually, it is."She replied within a minute.YOU PRICK! DELETE THEM NOW! She...sent.No way. I repliedDELETE THEM OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! She saidI think I'll put them up on facebook. I said.There was a long wait in between this message and the next but finally.:What do I have to do to get you to delete them?I'll be back later with some suggestions I sent.Smiling I got back to my beer."What are you grinning about?" Kevin. . . ojjjj…siiiii…. Aur dabao muje aise hi karte raho…..tab usne bhabi ke jaangh ko kiss karne laga aur karte karte babhi ke ghaghre ko uske chaddi tak Utah ke bhabhi ke chut ko uski ki chaddi ke upper se hi kiss karne laga aur aur apne dono haatho se bhabhi ke jaangh ko masalne laga aur bhabhi ka ghaghre ka nada khola aur ek hi jhatke me bhabhi ka ghaghra alag kar ke phek diya aur uski jango ko pagaloki tarah chatata raha aise hi 10-15 minute kanre ke baad bhabhi boli are bas niche hi karte. We do not call our parent god, that is a word you humans came up with to define the indefinable. No word can be accurately used to either name or explain your god. The most accurate human term would perhaps be the Creator. Crude as it is, the word can be used to label the being that created something out of nothing. So He exists then? I ask, mesmerised by the wonderful storyteller timbre his voice has taken, as well, of course, by the epic story being told. The Creator is neither a He nor a She. “I haven’t talked. She’s itching to get some Mandy time.”“Poor Mandy. Little thing’s like a bug under a microscope.”“Oh, give up, guy,” Tina snorted. “She’s a redhead. Looks like Cindy the first time I met ‘er. To her, getting attention’s like shooting neutrons at a uranium atom.”“Well, give Terri the option. She likes her Aunt Elise and her cousins. They’re entirely too far apart...”Tina’s turn:Can’t help thinking about Elise and Joe. Their house was bigger than ours, but in truth, they don’t.