The Noir Nymphs
"Henry quit on me last night. He packed up his bag and left nothing. Not even a good bye. Are you even going to say anything? What a real fool you are. Did you think he would stick around after what you done. Running your mouth off at the party. The way you tossed back those drinks. You worked the room like a thristy hooker, showing your goods to anyone who asked. You embarrassed the both of us and blew our game. Now he’s gone. Sure, I’m the bigger fool, but at least I can keep my knickers one when an ugly John flashes me a five spot. A tramp has to know class and carry herself – so why don’t you go stumble right back out the door and crawl under the basement of that ratty run down shack where we found you. The money ain’t ever gonna roll around with you in bed and I’m not having your dirty action rub off on me. Now get out! Out!"
Posted by Monkeyspit at May 12, 2005 2:52 PM