Post by TFP on Mar 13, 2008 14:17:04 GMT -4
"Fuck popsicles, you little bitch. I love this, and that, and everything especially those BITCHES DOWN AT THE CLUB! YYYAAAAAAYYY!"
Chris runs through the open door of a bar and takes a seat on a bar-stool. The bartender hands him a beer after he pays up by handing him a bill. Spinning his stool around, he looks around and eyes the people. Then some random chick walks over to him and presses her finger into his chest.
"Ah! Hey, what the?"
"Hey CHRIS, remember me?"
"Nope."
"BRITTNEY WOOD!"
"Ooh, harsh. Wasn't I suppose to go out on a date with you on my birthday?"
"Yeah, so you remembered, huh? Typical."
"Sheesh, don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you came on a little strong when we met."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You were a whore. You wanted sex."
"Sex?!"
"Yeah, you said bring a friend if you like, I know I will."
"That's because my friend was looking for a person to talk to other than me."
"Oh dear, you're lying hurts my head."
"I'm not lying, jackass."
"Whatever, anyways... since we haven't talked in a month and a half, let's just cut straight to the sex."
"I think not."
"Why? I knew your since my birthday, I think that's long enough."
"You didn't remember my name when you came here."
"But I did remember our conversation."
"God! Are all men like you the same?!"
"Well if they're like me then YES, BITCH!"
"Excuse me?"
"YES, BITCH!"
"You're an asshole."
"I'M AN ASSHOLE!"
Dennis Leary music plays. Chris sings for awhile until Brittney slaps him across the mouth.
"Ah! Hey, what the?"
"You're an asshole."
"That's why I was signing about it."
"Well it wasn't funny, it was rude and ignorant."
"God damnit, whore. Why are you bothering me? All I did was talk to you ONCE."
"I figured you would want to go on that date."
"Well I wouldn't."
"Hmph. So I assume that after the past forty some days, you're no longer master of your domain?"
"Oh, I am master of my domain. My balls are huge. A cake doesn't need icing when they see the size of my boys."
"You're sick."
"Thanks."
"So what are you doing here?"
"I'm going to getting drrrunnnkkkkkk as fucckkk!"
"Really?"
"It's a fucking bar, woman. Get out of my life and out of my bar!"
Chris smashes his bottle on the ground and people look at him.
"Moron."
"My dick... is sad... because you make me angry you fucking floppy fish, you."
He walks out.
Chris runs through the open door of a bar and takes a seat on a bar-stool. The bartender hands him a beer after he pays up by handing him a bill. Spinning his stool around, he looks around and eyes the people. Then some random chick walks over to him and presses her finger into his chest.
"Ah! Hey, what the?"
"Hey CHRIS, remember me?"
"Nope."
"BRITTNEY WOOD!"
"Ooh, harsh. Wasn't I suppose to go out on a date with you on my birthday?"
"Yeah, so you remembered, huh? Typical."
"Sheesh, don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you came on a little strong when we met."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You were a whore. You wanted sex."
"Sex?!"
"Yeah, you said bring a friend if you like, I know I will."
"That's because my friend was looking for a person to talk to other than me."
"Oh dear, you're lying hurts my head."
"I'm not lying, jackass."
"Whatever, anyways... since we haven't talked in a month and a half, let's just cut straight to the sex."
"I think not."
"Why? I knew your since my birthday, I think that's long enough."
"You didn't remember my name when you came here."
"But I did remember our conversation."
"God! Are all men like you the same?!"
"Well if they're like me then YES, BITCH!"
"Excuse me?"
"YES, BITCH!"
"You're an asshole."
"I'M AN ASSHOLE!"
Dennis Leary music plays. Chris sings for awhile until Brittney slaps him across the mouth.
"Ah! Hey, what the?"
"You're an asshole."
"That's why I was signing about it."
"Well it wasn't funny, it was rude and ignorant."
"God damnit, whore. Why are you bothering me? All I did was talk to you ONCE."
"I figured you would want to go on that date."
"Well I wouldn't."
"Hmph. So I assume that after the past forty some days, you're no longer master of your domain?"
"Oh, I am master of my domain. My balls are huge. A cake doesn't need icing when they see the size of my boys."
"You're sick."
"Thanks."
"So what are you doing here?"
"I'm going to getting drrrunnnkkkkkk as fucckkk!"
"Really?"
"It's a fucking bar, woman. Get out of my life and out of my bar!"
Chris smashes his bottle on the ground and people look at him.
"Moron."
"My dick... is sad... because you make me angry you fucking floppy fish, you."
He walks out.