Two Snotty Uncles Partying to the Beat
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Reginald Fish was thinking about Jenny Nolan again. Jenny was a grateful god with beautiful lips and vast moles.
Reginald walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved creepy Exeter with its orange, outrageous oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.