Lines for Joe M - Desespoir

Four thousand euros. If I had four thousand fucking euros I'd be a resident some place else.

O Sir, I eyed your staff, and the town hall gardians, sweeping before you as you walked and wafting away at your behind as you went, fanning your wind to either side of the red carpet and scooping up your droppings as they came to bear.

 What kind of a fucking doctor would ever levy such a miserable tariff on a dying man?

Cut Line: You're so far too the left you're on the fucking right! 

Lines for Joe M - A Syllabus of Deceit - Part3

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.