My predictions of the lines which will satisfy the great man Joe M...
So, I began my attack on Trey, determined that by the time I was ready to leave that he would be no more welcome at Theo's than he would at the Westboro Baptist Church.
This boy had such a propensity for dishonesty that I'd not have been surprised to see him try and steal his own stuff.
His septic interior was of little importance to him. Trey obsessed about his physical attributes, his money-maker: how attractive he was; the tightness of his arse; how little or much his cock bulged through the crotch of his pants.
Prediction of the 3 best lines that Mr Joe M will choose.
He looked like he was playing the fucking harmonica to my bullshit.
“Well, don't kick me,” I said. “Go and kick a sack or something. I'm not up for being kicked today.”
Someone who never finds anything because he never has to; someone who's life was safe beyond the need for luck, who wouldn't want luck anyway as luck is always on the precipice.
