Stupid Bob Donaldson

Stupid Bob Donaldson A Short Story by Random Writer Zach Snozcumber had always loved deserted Moscow with its ripe, roasted rivers. It was a place where he felt fuzzy. He was a proud, admirable, beer drinker with handsome fingers and ruddy fingers. His friends saw him as a leaking, late lawyer. Once, he had even helped a xyloid disabled person cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.