how did I end up in bed at 10:30 on a Saturday night, topless and alone?
Joseph Stalin raises his head, a sly twinkle in his eye as he meets the bald man’s suggestive gaze. “Walter…” He purrs, dragging his tongue along the underside of his mustache in anticipation. “I see you’ve finally arrived.”
"Oh, Walter," The man chuckled, mustache quivering in delight. "I am the police.”
if i die and people post statuses about me on facebook and act like they knew me or were nice to me i will come back and fucking murder them