Charades!
Opportunities to step away from his wasted life had become essential and while Mark admired the competitive nature of his teammates, he began to despise them more and more with every guess. Why the sense of urgency? Why not let the game progress at a leisurely pace? He was enraged.
“Ketchup bottle!” one of them finally screamed and just like that, he was boring old Mark again.
The daily grind would be upon him soon enough and though he hated himself for it, Mark knew that he would think fondly of his time as a ketchup bottle in the coming weeks. It would occur most likely in the shower during bouts of stretching his penis out in a futile effort to match the proportions of his widening belly.
