Saturday, June 22, 2019
Sidewalk Slam by Mick O'Sullivan
Sometimes I think deeply bout what's underneath the water beside my ex wife's body.
Yeah she vanished under mysterious circumstances.
I'm kidding I killed her arse after I found she was messing round with that poofter Larry.
He vanished to but I heard he was buried somewhere in the outback.
Yeah rumors are crazy down here.
I guess I should have disposed of them togather course I was never one for granting wishes.
No I'm far from a geni in a bottle but I do have something I enjoy rubbing on a regular basis.
And now that bitch is dead.
I think I'm getting carpal tunnel from my long nights spent alone underneath the stars.
Vist Australia.
Mick O'Sullivan
Is the acclaimed editor of The Roo Review .
A mag that prides itself on taking the longest time on rejecting your work once is Tweenty years .
When not putting togather this fantastic journal Mick enjoys partaking of many a case of Tooheys Extra Dry and hunting human beings for sport on his lavish outback compound .
He once throat punched Paul Hogan at a pub in Brisbane for making that fucking movie .
He enjoys cooking and collecting ceramic elephants .
This is his first outside publication as he is far to busy running his journal to do anything but jack off and get pissed .
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