Tom Thumb in the twilight Zone
i gut frendz in loe plazes played in the background.
I stepped to the counter at the Tom Thumb, which i am sure is another evil arm of Oprah’s consumer driven walmart nazi empire, but what the hell they sell beer at midnight and grabbed the 2 for 99 cent sour gummy worms off the rack . suddenly i noticed the enigmatic gordian knot before me.
Alright well to be honest at first i was drawn to the tiny butt clevage hanging out of her thin shorts that had cheer written across them, but then it took a turn as i noticed the crutches and the amputated leg shrouded in a prestine pure white gauze, accept for one tiny drop of blood where this adolscent siren’s knee was suppossed to be.
she glided to the counter and purchased a soldier of fortune magazine, a hustler and a pack of marlboro reds.
As the 1 legged pigtailed vision of statutory rape climbed into her 4 wheel drive with 46’’ gumbo mudders, the cashier said, “I know she ain’t but 16 but the purdy lil thing done got mangled up, she praolly needz a smoke”