DOWN THE RABBiT HOLE
New York City Deep Below the Streets “We’re late.” I watched as Roach ran ahead, his tiny tushy squeezing together in the tight leotard. I’d probably be fucked for not telling him he had a little tuft of toilet paper tucked between his arse cheeks, but that’s what you get for falling asleep on the bogger . “Chill, bunny britches,” I said. One of the bois gave in to a laugh, so I just knew it was but a matter of time before he was in me yarbles. Ain't much point showing up first if you was the one everyone was coming to see though, ya? Nine up , no matter what time we made the scene, some fuck-off would show up that much later. Like Bindy-Lou-Who's pop said, rest his soul, "It's nature's way", so I'd be fucked if I was gonna make it easy for them to piss the polish out of my grandiose. Me, that is Alice, and me mateys, Dave, Corpse, Moliarty, don't let his name fuck you off, he's straight Jolly Green, Squeezer, and Roach, the piss pour wiper