White Winter Hymnal

You know that game where you write a line of a poem and then the next person writes the next line of the poem, and so on and so forth until you get to the end of the paper?

Well we played that drunk. And this is what we came up with.

Ahem.

"I had some wine after I had sex with him
you know, after the fact, after the fact - it wasn't
exactly true, any of it: the sex, the condom, the baby afterwards.

If she could have the night over, she never would have done it; however,
what was done was done.

And Nina Hawley was done, done with
Mark after another Hawley 180. Moreover, the old dirty man decided to
use his mirror to look up the skirts of the young women's dresses, end flowers bloomed in the fertile field.

Where they frolicked in the aforementioned field
and decided to hike through a golf cours in Exeter.
Clearly, this was a bad decision because the golf course
is where old people in argyle go to get it on and play
Scotland games like throw giant logs and
herd really furry sheep.

Yall know ya'll were supposed to show more than
the last line of the story. Like, the last two lines would have been baller. But whatever. <3 Nina.

It's cool, I can always get one of them handjobs...

So we beat on, boats into the current, borne
back ceaselessly into the past..."

P.I. Staker

P.S. - That last one was actually a reference to the phrase that won me a star in Knebel's class junior year of high school. I still have documentation of that.

"So I press on, Oldsmobile into the traffic, pushed back painfully into the SUV."