Executive 5-7-5

Big guy only says yes
empty promises just mean nothing
the man has no balls


Time for you to pick this weeks voty vote. Here are your options. Are they real or all whoey? Vote me up!

Rich Bitches Have no Soul:
Sitting at an angle from her, she could not see R.B.'s face but she could not help to hear that pretentiously voice, as she sat in her cape and tried to avoid the look of disgust in her own eyes reflected in the mirror. "No, my husband and I plan on traveling for Christmas. I am thinking of meeting him down in Florida and just relaxing on the beach. That's if we can get someone to watch the kids." "WHAT THE HELL", she blurted out loud before she could stop herself. Leave your kids with a sitter while you sit on a beach without them. This is my holiday, she thought, an hour having my hair tamed. But the thought was interrupted by her cell phone. It was one of her kids, and she was glad to take the call...

Oh Say Can You:
Other men would have left the room. Or change the channel. Made some kind of distraction once the first few strains of the national anthem began playing. But he is not other men. No tears fell when one by one in high school he started attending his fallen friends funerals. He had finished collage early and then joined up. He hadn't cried at the bus station but his first wife and his mother had. Tears were no strangers to his eyes. He had bawled openly when he had lost his sons. He knew that it was expected of him to be sad when he buried the no account father who had deserted him early on, but he couldn't. He couldn't help that anymore than he could stop the patriotic tears from escaping the corners of his eyes as he sat and watched...

Sobs of Joy
He ran as if the devil herself was after him. He strong legs pumped like pistons and his arm tight at his sides, he could feel her hot breath on the back of his neck. He should have not looked back, when for an instant he could no longer smell her sulfur puffs. It was because she was gasping in, to summon her strength for the beller of rage she forced out as his wide terrified eyes met her red filled ones and he went down hard. She was on top of him faster than his own shadow. As he hit the floor his eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue slide the corner of his gaping mouth. He was faking it, and she knew he was sucking her joy out of his murder. The urge indeed her was to smack him as hard as she could, but instead she evilly danced her finger tips under his chin and along his neck until he giggled and got drool on her and she remembered she was mad. When the hardness returned to her face, he threw both his arms around her neck and wrapped his legs around her body, as he kissed as hard as any parasite could. He is the only one who can made her laugh and cry at the same time. He is very lucky to be fast...

A Race Trace Somewhere in Tijuana:
When the girl came to she was slumped against Primo's sour body. What she thought was Cleavers voice had woken her up, jabbering away too loudly in her spinning ear. His Speedy Gonzalez impersonation had gotten much better, she though before attempting to open her crust caked eyes. The she realized the voice was not beside her but all around her. It would be years later, as she stood in front of the steamer, waiting for the green beans to finish cooking, that she would understand the meaning of caliente...

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