Viktor Car

The Truth

~by Viktor Car

Yeah, the truth surfaced up: I concealed it long enough; However, now it is the time to admit.

I am a short, bald pervert and I tried to get laid and get bathed in venom and have a sharp tongue work on layers of my cellulite. And around the structural engineer part: what is there to say? I am designing phallic poles transmitting electricity; or holding up antennas. I know how strong they must be to maintain that erection for ever. Under hurricanes, under rains.
Delusional bosnian that designs erections while being pecked by a hen that finds it easier to jump over me than to run around. Shorter anyway.
I am also a serial killer and, wearing thongs and fishnets and stilettos and a ballerina skirt I inherited from another Auntie, with heavy makeup and blood red lips, on dark evenings in the park I fish for sexual favors of innocent fluffy tails passing by. That is my romance with femme fatale Ana started. Oh, almost forgot, the crucial thing, I have one inch pecker. Which explains why I like pecking hens who have a reflex for finding a worm.
Sorry dear, getting a little itchy, must go adjust my thong.

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