"Hey Siri...where do babies come from?" I asked my phone.

Siri was acting like a complete whore. I asked her if she would be my friend, and the little cunt told me she wasn't capable of being my friend.

That lazy piece of shit.

I groaned, sitting back in the luxurious couch of my house. I brought my legs up to my chest and sighed.

I was trying my best not to think of the man I killed. It felt wrong to dwell on it. I knew I would pussy-out ...