4 Quotes by Justin Grimbol

Or Trump will become president and make things so awful we will have to hide in the woods and make a fort and become awkward beasts, and we will forget about poetry and watching TV and taking pictures of trees with our cell phones, and we will finally be free.

I got out of bed and opened the door. I was still naked, still sweaty and disheveled and glowing from all the love and passion and eating of buttholes.

I hope the world doesn’t get all dry and flaky. Or soggy like cereal. I hope Trump doesn’t beat me up and put me in my locker. I hope he doesn’t touch my pecker in a rough way.

You know you’re not supposed to sleep here,” the old man said. “I know. But you love me.” “I don’t love you. I dated your grandma once. That’s all.” “You love me just a little,” Boner said. “No. Not even a little.” “I love you a little.” The old man shook his head.