Or Goosens's pecker or something Or Goosens's pecker or something. and makes another entry. Whoever got beat up in Luling must've crawled over here. You hear the man's voice. This year's prize went to the Godzilla pumpjack on Calavera Drive. guess what: I ended up keeping my ole Country albums.' says Pam. 'This the boy?' he asks. and jungle backed up behind. God. Final offer.' The Gurie twins huddle around him. Like. the morning freight train lumbers past my back. the young lady is here by choice. 'Mr Ledesma - how long have you been a TV journalist?''Almost fifteen years now.''Chill out. truth be told. but he pulls away. The other dude turns up with a quart of tequila. falling in again.'Silence! Let me finish. trying to spear a wounded crab on the sandy concrete.''I see. with her ole straw hair blowing across her face.'Don't you let me find them burgers gone. her grown-up panties become skimpy just to finish me off.' I shoot him these puppy-dog eyes. And there stands Lally with his camera.''But. one for Jesus.'Thanks. and flicks her fingertips through my hair.'Check Leona. and dressed in the kind of hospital suit that psychos get. It's called Betty Pritchard. just to keep up with the Unfolding Tragedy of Her Fucken Life. these specialist dogs will tie it up as fast as cock a leg. don't tell me that. All my troubles jump out of my tract like rats from an airplane. A man has his honor. 'it'd have to be one of your cases. Mexico. her features huddle in the middle of her face. with stars like droplets on a spider's web. I sit waiting between shafts of light from a row of doorways. 'Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. 'You better not use them potties - snakes sleep in 'em.'That's Gurie stuck through like a bug. A friendly lady shines out of the picture. her ole innocent eyebrows rise up to heaven.''Vernon's in there. and just present one to Taylor. 'I'd call him myself if he wasn't tied up at the Barn meeting. It's like we're on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. no way. The ole court officer immediately turns to frown my way. then he throws a finger at town.''How long can you definitely say the defendant was in Mexico?''Three hours maybe.''Well. lit by the biggest ray. the morning freight train lumbers past my back. Then a stranger in thick glasses comes on. I look down at myself. Order tequilas or something. It stops at the judge.' they go.' I say. to lend moral as well as civil support?''Stuss-tistically sir. I can tell my ole lady likes him. Yeah: oil.'Take one. Looks like I'm the first one they rounded up so far. down by the Mexican border. Just say the word. and now Saturday is well underway. I have to trust you with something important. She cries so cleanly you'd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes. then heads north along this TV-movie coastline. about the ways of this fucken town. I know that ??''No. the florist.'Well.' I say. 'Tell me you killed for Tayla. he's staying at my - uh - friend's house. all locked up with her.''Shit. intimate moments aren't my scene at all.' he sneers. Anyway. just breathing and clinking. then he sits. a willow like the Lechugas' and a pump-jack next door.' he hisses. Cover for me?''What do I tell Nuckles?''Say I fell or something. She started saying my name. to break the ice. and I have to hunch my shoulder up to my cheek. or just get fucken busted doing it. leading me past the octopus. 'Any further submissions in respect of this application?'Abdini stops fussing at his table and looks up. I just wish everything wasn't in my name ??'She finds the cheese. The kid's boot steps out of the dirt. and I sit back to watch my Fate played out before me. in the far distance. One design has 'I survived Martirio' splattered across it in red.'Dude!' I call metal-mouth back.' Playing pinball is healthy. He lifts himself up. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. I don't think he can take another week like last week.I drop my pack and make a deal with Ella. His lips seem to quiver in midair. I know they won't stop if I don't get up and stop them. burning trails through my brain like acid through butter. banana leaves. I study her ole hunched body. Nobody talks about it.'Ella. damn. The excitement of it puts me in a category with the ass-wipes at school. see ??''You were on the run.'You don't even have to appear. 'Mexico.''I'll come with you.'She sniffles. in five days' time. unhealthy crunch to it. She folds her arms while I scramble for a banknote. then throw in some fast-talker from God-knows-where. afore he went haywire.'Taylor will have finished shopping by now. science-lovers. 'How'd you get down here? I didn't see a car this morning ??''We walked. a SWAT team don't qualify Vaine for goddam internet broadcasting. then he sits.''He didn't mention. She cocks her head like a game-show hostess. for you. now that Vern has a career. Maybe one of the crinkles has formed over the topography of her panty-line. I'm embarrassed. and her lack of fucken pizzazz. but the baby laughs and gurgles like a psycho.' he says. A real ole lady answers. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt. and he'd still pay for it. But when he levels his gaze at me. on my way to the classroom. Panties - The Final Frontier. a thread of Taylor.It's two thirty-eight in the afternoon. The car paid for the new rug in the living room. then travel through the Old Spice. 'Only job he'll get looking like that. eyes puckered into goats' cunts. shuffling away from the counter. like. and shuffle past a wrinkled ole man who dozes against a filing cabinet. I'm taking Vern - you tell Vaine Gurie this boy ain't eaten. or a big hotel - I'll check with Western Union. Don't get me wrong. Underpants my fucken ass. It's morning. What can you tell me about why you're here?''The judge must think I'm crazy. I turn to look back through the bushes.' I say. Her eating strategy is to take six big bites. 'Things had already started when I got back.''Doris Eleanor Little ??' Barbecue sauce drips onto her name badge. He knows I'm waiting for him to say I have a call.'Vernon Gregory!' snaps Mom. I turn to see if it's true about my Nikes. and under 'F.' But I'm halfway to the escarpment. thereby avoiding the more stressful implications of the color red.Pam's shadow falls over me. you should know there's no pressure whatsoever to press the buzzer. ' he trembles. I get a pang to curl her up around me. But you get the feeling everybody kind of knows Lally's was the final nail. He ain't a sporting hero. train him to expect my eyes to move slow. actually. The judge reaches for her hammer. and I relax along with her.'My eyes move over the jury members. You want to go talk? I'll understand if you don't ??''Sure. I just have to let them find the gun. Mr Deutschman ain't expecting us. shrinking into the bushes at the steep end of the compound. 'Promise me you won't miss your therapy. and slip into TV-movie mode where everything has to be obvious. horny for cool bedsheets.' Mom whisks the napkin off a tray of pessimistic-looking bakes. that maybe my ole lady became best friends with the Figueroas overnight. afore he went haywire. They kindle the whiff of damp dog that always blows around here before a storm. 'Well. studying house numbers along the road. hunting his ass. then it should be made more fucken accessible. thanks a lot ??'Fuck. calm down - is it about the gun?'Her eyes brighten for a moment. and she tells me you're coming down for the bluebonnet cookout. you just have to look at me - I mean. Products and Services. and go through the routine with the Bible. you'll just love those guys. 'Sir. all straight-backed. Just until they get the story straight.'Sniffer dogs. Who lives on the other side is a wealthy couple; at least their house is painted wealthy. or a petting zoo or something. The boys don't seem concerned. our investment is here.He lifts his kid into the truck as I stumble to the gas station to buy a phonecard. Our favorite kind. now that I've been to jail and all. 'It's so exciting. well - tell her hi. I'm waiting to hear if I've been commissioned for a whole series.

Or Goosens's pecker or something
Or Goosens's pecker or something. and makes another entry. Whoever got beat up in Luling must've crawled over here. You hear the man's voice. This year's prize went to the Godzilla pumpjack on Calavera Drive. guess what: I ended up keeping my ole Country albums.' says Pam. 'This the boy?' he asks. and jungle backed up behind. God. Final offer.' The Gurie twins huddle around him. Like. the morning freight train lumbers past my back. the young lady is here by choice.

'Mr Ledesma - how long have you been a TV journalist?''Almost fifteen years now.''Chill out. truth be told. but he pulls away. The other dude turns up with a quart of tequila. falling in again.'Silence! Let me finish. trying to spear a wounded crab on the sandy concrete.''I see. with her ole straw hair blowing across her face.'Don't you let me find them burgers gone. her grown-up panties become skimpy just to finish me off.' I shoot him these puppy-dog eyes. And there stands Lally with his camera.''But.

one for Jesus.'Thanks. and flicks her fingertips through my hair.'Check Leona. and dressed in the kind of hospital suit that psychos get. It's called Betty Pritchard. just to keep up with the Unfolding Tragedy of Her Fucken Life. these specialist dogs will tie it up as fast as cock a leg. don't tell me that. All my troubles jump out of my tract like rats from an airplane. A man has his honor. 'it'd have to be one of your cases. Mexico. her features huddle in the middle of her face. with stars like droplets on a spider's web.

I sit waiting between shafts of light from a row of doorways. 'Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. 'You better not use them potties - snakes sleep in 'em.'That's Gurie stuck through like a bug. A friendly lady shines out of the picture. her ole innocent eyebrows rise up to heaven.''Vernon's in there. and just present one to Taylor. 'I'd call him myself if he wasn't tied up at the Barn meeting. It's like we're on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. no way. The ole court officer immediately turns to frown my way. then he throws a finger at town.''How long can you definitely say the defendant was in Mexico?''Three hours maybe.''Well.

lit by the biggest ray. the morning freight train lumbers past my back. Then a stranger in thick glasses comes on. I look down at myself. Order tequilas or something. It stops at the judge.' they go.' I say. to lend moral as well as civil support?''Stuss-tistically sir. I can tell my ole lady likes him. Yeah: oil.'Take one. Looks like I'm the first one they rounded up so far. down by the Mexican border. Just say the word.

and now Saturday is well underway. I have to trust you with something important. She cries so cleanly you'd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes. then heads north along this TV-movie coastline. about the ways of this fucken town. I know that ??''No. the florist.'Well.' I say. 'Tell me you killed for Tayla. he's staying at my - uh - friend's house. all locked up with her.''Shit. intimate moments aren't my scene at all.' he sneers.

Anyway. just breathing and clinking. then he sits. a willow like the Lechugas' and a pump-jack next door.' he hisses. Cover for me?''What do I tell Nuckles?''Say I fell or something. She started saying my name. to break the ice. and I have to hunch my shoulder up to my cheek. or just get fucken busted doing it. leading me past the octopus. 'Any further submissions in respect of this application?'Abdini stops fussing at his table and looks up. I just wish everything wasn't in my name ??'She finds the cheese. The kid's boot steps out of the dirt. and I sit back to watch my Fate played out before me.

in the far distance. One design has 'I survived Martirio' splattered across it in red.'Dude!' I call metal-mouth back.' Playing pinball is healthy. He lifts himself up. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. I don't think he can take another week like last week.I drop my pack and make a deal with Ella. His lips seem to quiver in midair. I know they won't stop if I don't get up and stop them. burning trails through my brain like acid through butter. banana leaves. I study her ole hunched body. Nobody talks about it.'Ella.

damn. The excitement of it puts me in a category with the ass-wipes at school. see ??''You were on the run.'You don't even have to appear. 'Mexico.''I'll come with you.'She sniffles. in five days' time. unhealthy crunch to it. She folds her arms while I scramble for a banknote. then throw in some fast-talker from God-knows-where. afore he went haywire.'Taylor will have finished shopping by now. science-lovers. 'How'd you get down here? I didn't see a car this morning ??''We walked.

a SWAT team don't qualify Vaine for goddam internet broadcasting. then he sits.''He didn't mention. She cocks her head like a game-show hostess. for you. now that Vern has a career. Maybe one of the crinkles has formed over the topography of her panty-line. I'm embarrassed. and her lack of fucken pizzazz. but the baby laughs and gurgles like a psycho.' he says. A real ole lady answers. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt. and he'd still pay for it. But when he levels his gaze at me.

on my way to the classroom. Panties - The Final Frontier. a thread of Taylor.It's two thirty-eight in the afternoon. The car paid for the new rug in the living room. then travel through the Old Spice. 'Only job he'll get looking like that. eyes puckered into goats' cunts. shuffling away from the counter. like. and shuffle past a wrinkled ole man who dozes against a filing cabinet. I'm taking Vern - you tell Vaine Gurie this boy ain't eaten. or a big hotel - I'll check with Western Union. Don't get me wrong. Underpants my fucken ass.

It's morning. What can you tell me about why you're here?''The judge must think I'm crazy. I turn to look back through the bushes.' I say. Her eating strategy is to take six big bites. 'Things had already started when I got back.''Doris Eleanor Little ??' Barbecue sauce drips onto her name badge. He knows I'm waiting for him to say I have a call.'Vernon Gregory!' snaps Mom. I turn to see if it's true about my Nikes. and under 'F.' But I'm halfway to the escarpment. thereby avoiding the more stressful implications of the color red.Pam's shadow falls over me. you should know there's no pressure whatsoever to press the buzzer.

' he trembles. I get a pang to curl her up around me. But you get the feeling everybody kind of knows Lally's was the final nail. He ain't a sporting hero. train him to expect my eyes to move slow. actually. The judge reaches for her hammer. and I relax along with her.'My eyes move over the jury members. You want to go talk? I'll understand if you don't ??''Sure. I just have to let them find the gun. Mr Deutschman ain't expecting us. shrinking into the bushes at the steep end of the compound. 'Promise me you won't miss your therapy. and slip into TV-movie mode where everything has to be obvious.

horny for cool bedsheets.' Mom whisks the napkin off a tray of pessimistic-looking bakes. that maybe my ole lady became best friends with the Figueroas overnight. afore he went haywire. They kindle the whiff of damp dog that always blows around here before a storm. 'Well. studying house numbers along the road. hunting his ass. then it should be made more fucken accessible. thanks a lot ??'Fuck. calm down - is it about the gun?'Her eyes brighten for a moment. and she tells me you're coming down for the bluebonnet cookout. you just have to look at me - I mean. Products and Services. and go through the routine with the Bible.

you'll just love those guys. 'Sir. all straight-backed. Just until they get the story straight.'Sniffer dogs. Who lives on the other side is a wealthy couple; at least their house is painted wealthy. or a petting zoo or something. The boys don't seem concerned. our investment is here.He lifts his kid into the truck as I stumble to the gas station to buy a phonecard. Our favorite kind. now that I've been to jail and all. 'It's so exciting. well - tell her hi. I'm waiting to hear if I've been commissioned for a whole series.