Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Double Date

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Hello, ladies. You two look spiritual, but not religious.

“Such a good way to describe it.”

“I’m gonna make that into a hashtag.”

“Who are you?”

“What are you?”

“And why bring it here?”

“Are you from a gross place?”

“You look like you’re from a gross place.”

“You look like a fuckboy.”

You both have powerful chins; your clothes are small.

“Which one of us is hotter?”

“Tell us, fuckboy.”

“I asked you a question.”

“She asked you a question.”

“Listen to my friend when she tells you to listen to me.”

“Hotness, fuckboy. Grade ours.”

Each of you is hotter than the other one.

“Threaded the needle there, fuckboy.”

“Could have started an ancient war.”

“Answering that question wrong starts ancient wars, fuckboy.”

“Do you even know what we’re talking about?”

“A book, fuckboy.”

“Do you read, fuckboy?”

“Or just look at things?”

“Which safety school did you go to, fuckboy?”

You two are mean.

“RIGHT, BRO? FUCKIN’ BITCHES!”

“TOO GOOD FOR THIS GOOD DICK, THOSE WHORES!”

Wow, do I not endorse either of those statements.

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“SHOT US DOWN, TOO, BROTHER!”

“FUCKIN’ LESBIAN SLUT-WOMEN!”

I don’t suppose you two know Captain Fuck?

“HE’S OUR DAD, BRAH!”

“WE’RE THE FUCK TWINS!”

I’m not doing this bit any more; it’s just too dumb.

3 Comments

  1. What league are you in?

  2. But it’s funny

  3. Encore!

    some time. after a break. gotta leave the crowd wanting more. build the buzz.

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