smeddy
A motown motel? Like hell! With bells and magic fingers, really - do tell! It's just a shell, like Mel on meth, and sometimes Beth. And the clerks - Lord they do smell! I suppose it's just as well, in my motown motel.
"There!" She laid down the last tile and with it won the game of scrabble--by a significant margin no less. "Now it's time for you to live up to your end of the bargain!" Fair was fair. I picked up the gun and lifted it to my temple...