The Ballad of Casey Jones: Familiar Refrains
Another workday conversation to move through the day.
CJ: cheney is shug night in a white man's body
HT: ooh
CJ: can't u jus see that fool dangling somebody over a bannister?
HT: Not with his limp upper body strength. He's more like a modern capone, sneering and smirking at the camera
HT: untouchable
HT: and blood under his fingernails
CJ: not if the person was 5 years old
CJ: i can see that too
HT: dayum
HT: yeah, okay, I can see him Blanketing a kid for terror purposes
CJ: HAHAHA
CJ: that's messed up
HT: still too soon?
CJ: not for me
HT: excellent
HT: Just took my drug test.
CJ: how exciting
HT: I don't remember, I was high.
CJ: did they give u a lollipop?
CJ: as you should be
HT: they didn't give me ... oh, wait, I got a receipt.
HT: Never got a receipt for bodily fluids before
CJ: it's their way
HT: as it should be
CJ: my best friend from jr high's last name was woodward
CJ: we called her woody.
HT: Uh ... okay.
CJ: now she married some dude named chris beaver!
HT: *Hannibal falls down laughing*
CJ: so woody found her beaver.
HT: Now *that's* funny!
CJ: jus sayin
HT: I could run so far with that joke.
CJ: how does that happen?
CJ: i'd refuse.
HT: I could literally have a week's worth of material from a set up like that.
HT: But I'm at work.
CJ: i'm here to help
HT: Despite all the evidence to the contrary
Watching (TV): Rescue Me, "Zippo"
CJ: cheney is shug night in a white man's body
HT: ooh
CJ: can't u jus see that fool dangling somebody over a bannister?
HT: Not with his limp upper body strength. He's more like a modern capone, sneering and smirking at the camera
HT: untouchable
HT: and blood under his fingernails
CJ: not if the person was 5 years old
CJ: i can see that too
HT: dayum
HT: yeah, okay, I can see him Blanketing a kid for terror purposes
CJ: HAHAHA
CJ: that's messed up
HT: still too soon?
CJ: not for me
HT: excellent
HT: Just took my drug test.
CJ: how exciting
HT: I don't remember, I was high.
CJ: did they give u a lollipop?
CJ: as you should be
HT: they didn't give me ... oh, wait, I got a receipt.
HT: Never got a receipt for bodily fluids before
CJ: it's their way
HT: as it should be
CJ: my best friend from jr high's last name was woodward
CJ: we called her woody.
HT: Uh ... okay.
CJ: now she married some dude named chris beaver!
HT: *Hannibal falls down laughing*
CJ: so woody found her beaver.
HT: Now *that's* funny!
CJ: jus sayin
HT: I could run so far with that joke.
CJ: how does that happen?
CJ: i'd refuse.
HT: I could literally have a week's worth of material from a set up like that.
HT: But I'm at work.
CJ: i'm here to help
HT: Despite all the evidence to the contrary
Watching (TV): Rescue Me, "Zippo"
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