A lady is seated at the waiting area couch. “Snip! Snip!” I hear. I peer out from behind the monitor, as sneakily as possible. Ahh, just as I thought. She doesn’t have a catch-all. Just releasing her talons, wherever they choose to fly – freed from the cigarette-stained digits they once called home. As they leave their host they take everything she touched – ass, wax, dirt, food and smegma, to the world at large. What a release. Maybe one will penetrate a flimsy flip-flop. Yuck. —Tough As Nails
This article appears in Jul 25-31, 2013.
This could take first place in that “worst opening lines for a story ever” contest. Google it, op. Because this is truly hideous. A jumble of thoughts that say absolutely nothing. It’s like listening to a schizophrenic tell you why oreos are out to get him. Outstanding.
I bite my nails. No ‘catch-all’ required just the steel trap that is my belly
It also give me the option of spitting the nail clippings willy-nilly from my mouth onto unknowing passerby’s
She was trimming her nails to give a good handjob and not put a scratch on Anthony Weiner.
OP Why didn’t you get off your fucking ass and put a waste paper basket in front of her?Unless the nasty thing was brain dead she would’ve realized she was being dirty.
What crock said.