Devynne had broken up with Carl a few weeks back, and had decided to rearrange her furniture. Startled, she stared at the fork. Her surprise quickly turned to rage. She wasn't going to clean up a single more fucking mess that that asshole made!

Devynne g…

Devynne was out of town, and Carl was apartment-sitting for her. Carl plunged Jeffrey teeth-first into some Chinese take-out. Over and over, Jeffrey fetched glistening pieces of glazed chicken until, at last, Carl was full.

Carl set the take-out box down…

Jeffrey was a shiny little fork, part of a full set. For a fork, he was relatively content. His owner, Devynne, used him often for a variety of foods and kept him nice and clean. He even had a boyfriend, a knife, Xavier, with whom he often hooked up for m…