spazz: oh brocky, ive gone and done it again
brocks; whats dat?
spazz: i ate a bad onion and now i cant seem to leave the bathroom except to inform you on the progress of my condition and the flames surrounding my crack. buttcrack that is.
brocks: now spazz, you know thats awful vulgar of you. what would the other people here think?!
spazz: they would feel sorry.
brocks: i think they would be disgusted.
spazz: noone has any compassion anymore. noone.
brocks: Good god spazz! what are you getting at? dont get emotional on me! how odd. i never saw you as an emotional person. whats wrong with you?!
("every rose has its thorn" starts playing softly in the background)
spazz: i think i have to go.
brocks; bathroom?
spazz: no. just leave.
brocks: take wattie's pet iguana with you. the streets are wet and dark and no place for an unescorted young woman with a timebomb for a butt. i meant that in two ways. lil joke there, heh.
spazz; i dont need ignacio (the iguana), i can take care of myself for the time being. but you just wait. i will be dependent on something soon. you know i have weak moments; eventually someones gonna have to help me. just gonna have to ask i guess.
brocks: do it soon. before you hit rock bottom.
spazz is quiet.
spazz: well aren't you honest?
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