Unknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Deleted. Bye. [Completed] Cover by @daisybrowser

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

"Don't tell me it's you again." "It is." "Oh my God." "Babe--" "No, stop." "I want to give you olive my love." #40 in short story - 16. JAN. 2016 #34 - 21/1/2016 #29 - 24/1/2016 #8 - 25/2/2016 #2 in cheese - 7/9/2018 BOOK #1 OF THE FAT FOOD SERIES

in which a guy calls a sex hotline just looking for a friend. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.

"Hello, this is Little Talks Teen Hotline. How may I help you?" "Yeah, can I have a large meat-lover's with a two-liter Pepsi? Thanks a bunch." "Uh, ma'am, this isn't Pizza Hut." [ Inspired by stereoactive's " Pizzeria Boy " ]