I was just telling Steve how much you appreciate motorcycles and it just so happens that he has one”
Whoopee. Like I fucking cared.
“Oh yeah?” I said, glancing at Steve. “What kind of ride?”
The douche canoe grinned at me, revealing two perfectly straight and glaringly white rows of teeth.
“A BMW,” he said. “R12—“
“A sports bike?” I interrupted, wrinkling up my nose. “How super gay for you.”

“Sports bikes are for pussies. True fucking story.

Auteur: Madeline Sheehan

I was just telling Steve how much you appreciate motorcycles and it just so happens that he has one” <br />Whoopee. Like I fucking cared.<br />“Oh yeah?” I said, glancing at Steve. “What kind of ride?”<br />The douche canoe grinned at me, revealing two perfectly straight and glaringly white rows of teeth. <br />“A BMW,” he said. “R12—“<br />“A sports bike?” I interrupted, wrinkling up my nose. “How super gay for you.”<br />…<br />“Sports bikes are for pussies. True fucking story. - Madeline Sheehan




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