Showing posts with label Bingo Little. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bingo Little. Show all posts

#114

He chuckled like the last bit of water going down the waste-pipe in a bath.

#101

A roll and butter and a small coffee seemed the only things on the list that hadn't been specially prepared by the nastier-minded members of the Borgia family for people they had a particular grudge against, so I chose them.

#47

He smirked in the most gruesome manner.

#46

Young Bingo dived in like a homing rabbit.

#45

You always were a fat-headed worm without any soul, weren't you?