Welcome to "The Newspaperman!" A gritty twitter novel delving into the world of Newspaperman Frank Phillips.
Rated "R" for Ribald language and unnecessary sex.
-6, 224, 222, 220, 218, 216, 214.
"214. Here is is." It was the same door that the maid had gone into. He didn't know if he was ready for another interaction with that maid and the games she was playing, but he knew he had to be brave. For Gwenyth.
Frank opened the door "Hello?
Frank walked further down the hallway counting the numbers of the doors: 221, 223, 225, 227, 229, 231.
"Wait, these are all odd-numbered doors," he thought/said" I must be on the wrong floor. Then he realized the other side of the hall had even-numbered doors.
232, 230, 228, 22
-er people meat too!"
[picture of meat]
So come on down to Mike's Meat Emporium and pick yourself up some meat, meat, meat, MEAT!... Cause we'd love to meet you."
[picture of Mike and his family]
[pan to meat]
*END AD: 00*
got every kind of meat!"
[picture of meat]
"Do you need a big slab of beef for your upcoming @SuperBowl party?"
[picture of meat]
"We got it!" Do you need a big honkin' turkey for your family's Thanksgiving celebration?"
[picture of meat]
"We got it!" We even have weird oth
! "Now, to Room 214!"
*BEGIN AD: 30*
"Hi, I'm Mike from Mike's Meat Emporium and I'm here to tell you we got nothing but meat and any kind of meat you want and we got it here!
[picture of meat]
"We got red meat!"
[picture of meat]
"We got white meat!"
[picture of meat]
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