Story #29

"So what if I'm drunk," it rotated. I glanced over at three eyes staring down a multiple sclerosis patient and bent over to take it in the ass. Again and again, the porcupine violated my anus until each point felt like a broken promise. I love you, I really do, but I'm so perforated from dealing with your wants that I can't even inhale without losing my shit. Oh wait, you wanna pour another one? Okay.