"Ow this is hurting me" Adam complained.
"How" asked Niamh
"I think your pussy's too tight" Adam responded
The third world war had just started. Not World War 3, but just the third war being waged in the world at one time. Everyone is fucking screwed. Literally. With word's.
Adam rolled off and reached for a packet of cigarettes on the bedside table, knocking over his lovers funky looking lampshade in the process and making a crashing sound as it hit the hard laminate floor he mumbled apologies through a cigarette hanging the wrong way out of his mouth. Niamh reached for her lovers t shirt from the floor with her foot protruding out form under the flowery print duvet. putting it on, she stood up and turned the light on revealing her newly decorated bedroom. after 2 days of rolling paint, she decided she wasn't too fond on apple green.
"Do you have a lighter" Adam asked.
"Yes, next to the crack pipe"
"Since when have you been doing crack?"
"Since the same time as i've been needing a lighter." Niamh faded out as she closed the bathroom door behind her as adam continued his hunt for a lighter. Finding one, he reclined back on the bed triumphantly, like a lion after the kill, pleased with his first conquest, and now enjoying the benefits of his second.
Coming back into the room with a mischievious look in her eye, Niamh jumped onto her man not noticing the cigarette. punching him square in the balls, Adam exhales unexpectedly causing a painful burning sensation in his throat.
"You should give up, it makes you smelly" Niamh said matter of factly.
"A winner never quits and a quitter never wins." came the reply.
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