{ @belcvedcne liked this for a starter. }
❝ Hey kid, give you a dollar to lick that pole. ❞
The air is uncomfortably crisp, snow descends at a leisurely pace down from the sky, and everything touched by winter’s hand is glazed over in frost. Only an idiot would lick a pole in this climate, as proven by Belch two years back when his tongue was instantly frozen to a pole. It took him a week to grow new taste bads. But what an ENTICING offer. A whole dollar could make someone’s day-- if he had one.












