He eyed the nubile girls sitting beyond the window blocking their speech from his ears. His eyes strained past parted feminine lips, landing on the dirty man behind them, who lifted an empty bottle from the table and placed it in his shopping cart. For a moment, he was desire-less.
Delving deep into the roots of Fringeblog, we’ve got an exciting and yet another controversial Fringecast for you, dealing with the devisive political issues tearing this country in two–namely, political fundraising phonecalls and their polarizing effect on everyday average Joes like you and me and Joe Blum. If you have ever wondered which way the [...]