User talk:Fridgemate
i got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming[edit source]
Tom cruise woke up. He hadn't slept well. The immortal spirit in him roused itself and gave a small meaty burp.
Tom lifted the bedclothes and checked. He was sweating lightly in his unlikely suit.
He was wearing a skintight yellow spandex unitard, heavy biker jacket and a black utility belt. On his face was a set of WWII pilot goggles.
Tom sighed, it had happened again. The planet Teegeeack was a tough planet to be a super hero on sometimes.
And although he had acheived wildly popular status and innumerable wealth, Tom was dissatisified with his lot.
His brother Kenny had got pluto. Pluto was a doodle.
Bright sunlight carved though the room from slatted blinds. Tom Cruise ran a shaky hand over his stubble - the sensitive skin on his cheek was flaking again - hoisted himself up and stepped out of the single bed.
Curses! the bed was yet another reason cat eye would be sleeping in her own room. She couldnt abide his need to sleep in a 3/4 size instituition bed with hospital linen.