Fallout (Crank 3)

in a totally different

kind

of way than Matt could

even imagine. Phffft.

Matt, a solid dream

of a

guy telling me, I love

you, as we lie together

in a tall field of wheat.

Warning!

The next photo is X-rated.

And when I wake, I am still

warm from the night before.

MAYBE WHAT I NEED TO DO

Is make us a threesome.

If I belonged to some weird

religious sect, that’s what

I’d do. Except don’t all those

weird religious sects expect

two girls to a guy, instead of

the obviously better way to go?

What is wrong with women,

anyway? Two dudes. One you.

Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m

talking about. It’s stupid

as hell to think that way,

but WTF? It’s my effing

daydream, isn’t it? I keep

dreaming it right through

breakfast. On the short bus