Post by doomey on Jul 12, 2019 1:32:53 GMT
Dearest johnVC,
You’ve got a stain just there…no there. The other sleeve. S’all good, bro. Go to the john, paper towel some tap-drip and wash that shit away, right? Might be marinara. Could be blood. You a killer? Get her done, Plumber. Hah. I’ll order us the drinks, no prob. You want…you want a Green River, and Chad wants a Gremlin. Okay. I can do this. Oh wait, I’ve got to send off a rejection…no, I’ll order the fucking cocktails, asshole, it’s just I’ve a rejection to send. Fucker. Go to the fucking…fuckers, go to the bathroom. Leave. Jesus. Okay. Christ. S’cuse me miss? Yeah, we want a Green River, a Gremlin and a Kentucky Bourbon on crushed ice…preferably Buffalo Trace. Yeah…okay, thanks. So, anyway, john, we examined the capital you sent and decided…No, I must insist on crushed ice. It is 7-11 after all. You could go down the street and get a free Slushie, okay? You see where I’m going with this crushed ice bourbon request? A whiskey Slushie, asshole. Okay, anyway, god damn it I’m trying to reject a crafter, so if you could just…back off, motherfucker. So, anyway, john, we examined the capital you sent and we decided after long debate that it did not quite fit. Here. At TQR.
Keep it unreal,
Boligard Doomey
The Floor
www.tqrstories.com
You’ve got a stain just there…no there. The other sleeve. S’all good, bro. Go to the john, paper towel some tap-drip and wash that shit away, right? Might be marinara. Could be blood. You a killer? Get her done, Plumber. Hah. I’ll order us the drinks, no prob. You want…you want a Green River, and Chad wants a Gremlin. Okay. I can do this. Oh wait, I’ve got to send off a rejection…no, I’ll order the fucking cocktails, asshole, it’s just I’ve a rejection to send. Fucker. Go to the fucking…fuckers, go to the bathroom. Leave. Jesus. Okay. Christ. S’cuse me miss? Yeah, we want a Green River, a Gremlin and a Kentucky Bourbon on crushed ice…preferably Buffalo Trace. Yeah…okay, thanks. So, anyway, john, we examined the capital you sent and decided…No, I must insist on crushed ice. It is 7-11 after all. You could go down the street and get a free Slushie, okay? You see where I’m going with this crushed ice bourbon request? A whiskey Slushie, asshole. Okay, anyway, god damn it I’m trying to reject a crafter, so if you could just…back off, motherfucker. So, anyway, john, we examined the capital you sent and we decided after long debate that it did not quite fit. Here. At TQR.
Keep it unreal,
Boligard Doomey
The Floor
www.tqrstories.com