Female Inflation

For most people, one of the pleasures of travelling by train is that you can simply sit back and do nothing. For Kimmy however, there was always more to do on a four hour journey than simply watch the countryside passing by her window, she supressed a naughty smirk as she ran a hand along the side of her thigh, feeling the outline of her phone. It was thrilling to think how many delights that phone contained, that she could lay her hands on at moment’s notice.

Poor Rosa, I know you're going to die in this scene. You, the voice of reason, whose only sin was being curvy and Hispanic in this otherwise white and assless travesty. I’d toast to you, but I’m pretty sure we are out of soda and I don’t feel like checking.

Sitting alone in the manor overlooking the town, Hershel rubbed his temples as he watched the snow fall outside.  Candles flickering around him, the unlit Menorah sat in the windowsill as he wondered what the goblins had in store for him.  He had been able to fool the first one with that egg trick pretty easily, but the shrill threats of more to follow made him nervous.  Swallowing hard, he gave a small prayer for courage and wit before sitting down with his dinner.