Must of

Stu turned the corner and walked, shin first, into an old fire hydrant. AAAHHHHHHOUUUUUCHHHHH!!!!!!! FuuuuckKK!!! Stu leaned over to rub off the pain. As he leaned, Stu’s forehead connected swiftly with the top of the hydrant. AAAAAAAHHHHOUUUUCHHHH!!! MOTHER… FUCKER!!!!’ Blood ran in a single stream from the crease of forehead directly above the point ofContinue reading “Must of”