Dirty Laundry. Chapter Seventeen.
Knocked unconscious to be locked up in some random room underground, strung up like a piñata for others to point and laugh at. hopefully, not to hit. “the fuck!” he said again, louder this time. “where are my clothes, you perverted mother fuckers!”
We're Gonna Have A Bad Time 4 - We're Not Very Humerus
Please tell me you're the giant pinata i ordered, i brought my own bat!" "oh it's a surprise alright...yanno what my boss has ordered me here fer?"
Nor Gloom Of Night
No; it was as shattered as the pinata it had been used upon. a gruff voice sounded from the entryway. "what in the blue blazes happened here?
Wet Cement: Chapter 11
It did this yesterday, and then an honest to god u-f-fucking-o showed up, screamed through the middle like a scalded hog, and smacked longarm out like it was a soggy piñata." "hah!" the woman said, "now that i'd like to see!
Evokation / Book IV: The Hanged Man / Part 2
"come on, we'll get in trouble and i feel like i've been beaten by kids with anger problems with baseball bats trying to crack me open like a piñata." "stop your fucking long-ass metaphors and get your fucking ass out of bed."
One Night in the 80s
I woke up after a long and satisfying Nightmare Night with autumn in full swing. After such an uplifting night, I honestly felt a bit depressed waking up in bed despite...