Secrets Monday

[sharpestscalpel]

Fucking Monday goddamn shit-stained morning. Asshole.

That's damn well figurative language - mornings not having literal assholes.

I figure I seen it going around enough to post it my own fucking self today: Secrets Monday. When a bunch of motherfuckers too scared to put their names to things share their deepest and goddamn darkest.

Y'all know the rules. Comment anonymously and have the fuck at it. I'm feeling like a nosy bastard this morning, I tell you goddamn what.

In fact, y'all feel like putting a twist on it, give me your old secrets, your mean secrets, your shameful ones. Or, not. I don't fucking care.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I ain't complaining, I'm just saying. You get fresh with me, I got a treatment for that and you said you'd mind your doctor.

You been direct enough about everything else down to fucking me so I reckon you could be on that subject, too.

Goddamn it, now I damn well want a shitting peanut butter bar.

[(Anonymous)]

I believe I was pretty clear when I said "as my doctor." You want to expand on that role, we'll talk.

Direct often gets results. No doubt I'll get more direct, which no doubt you can handle.

Fuck, me too. I'm just hungry all the time now.