Pat Shand

Enjoy your cinnafucks!

Well, this has been some shit.

Why . . . would a penguin be in a piss pot?

It's morning now, and I miss the soft rasp of her voice already. Ugh. I'm in trouble, aren't I?

Wait, seriously, what's a piss pot?

Please don't talk to me like I'm crazy. I've been accused of personality disorders enough this week, thanks. You know I've slept with girls before and didn't get attached.

Tell me you'll never lie to me again, and I'll go with you.

Hear folks talkin' about how some of us got the weight of the world on our shoulders? Fuck, maybe we do, but I'll hold onto it. At least it's somethin', you know?

It's a new world, sweetie. We build our own destinies.