“Roger paced across the room, his dressing gown flapping away and revealing his appendage in split second intervals like some sort of subliminal sausage. “Will you please tie up your dressing gown?” I said. “Your John Thomas keeps popping out.” … — Tom Moran Copy Share Image
“Roger paced across the room, his dressing gown flapping away and revealing his appendage in split second intervals like some sort of subliminal sausage. … — Tom Moran Copy Share Image
“I wrapped the duvet underneath me to form a nice little cocoon, and managed to sleep for perhaps another hour or so, during which… — Tom Moran Copy Share Image
“You’d best start believing in ghost stories, Mr Cumberfield,” he stated plainly, leaning forward into the light. “You’re in one.” I cleared my throat. … — Tom Moran Copy Share Image
“say, on average, we spend 33% of our lives sleeping, but we must spend at least 20% choosing. No word of a lie –… — Tom Moran Copy Share Image
