March, 2017.
Joseph had staggered out of the bar stupidly drunk that day after a day of what he termed “hard labor”. He didn't want to go back home, not at all.
The house was empty anyways, that woman had taken everything. The only thing she had left him was a bean bag and the dirty old couch he had once gotten at a yard sale.
After coming home one day from a day of honest work, he had found the slut shacking the plumber. The f*****g plumber!
No wonder they had always been having trouble "with the kitchen sink" for quite a while. Every few days, the sink would inexplicably clog up and she would always tell him she had to call the guy over to come take a look.
Oh he knew what exactly had been "clogging up" and what the plumber just needed to "take a look" at.
Whore!! He spits out a
