Tired of being tread on for the last half century, a flight of stairs at the Morty Rich hostel in the Midtown region of Houston, TX, finally gave out. “Fuck dis noize,” said Step #4, who asked to be called Mr. Franklin, as he snapped in half and sent the leg of an unsuspecting Swedish tourist down into the cavity below. “It was day & night, night & fucking day, since my namesake's presidency, all fat thighs and drunken Nipponese and everyone stomping on my face without regard for crossbeam or nail, glaze or warp. Fuckers gonna have to find something else to ascend upon, now.” When last seen, Mr. Franklin and his stairmates were absolutely refusing to be mended.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥
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