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“the son of a bitch is thinking again…”
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“what do you mean the son of a bitch is thinking again?”
“dude, hes in pycho mode”
“no, hes in suicidal mode”
“ I hope it blows over soon”
“ well first off, Torosauros, it Never blew off in the first place. It just gets worse from time to time. Second off, you need to learn how to study people. I mean come on Gerards the most depressive dick I know. I dotn even have to look at him, and I feel sad. All I have to do is like, enter the same room as him! Even if you blind fold me I could tell, because it’s like there’s weight in the room. Creepy shit…kind of like a ghost yet not.”
“are you saying he has an ‘aura’?”
“yeah exactly. Except his got dumped in sewage and its all dirty with like…blackness.”
“well shouldn’t we just cleanse his aura?”
“what are you trying to say? dump him in the Jordan River?”
“oh my God frank. You fucking private school kids. I swear. One more bible reference and you’ll be screaming for more than a God.” Bob said whilst glaring warningly at frank.
“sounds kinky lets go”
“…”
“stupid private school kids.”
Yeah I could hear what they were saying I guess but not really. I heard what they said but I didn’t register it. But I suppose its in their favor that I didn’t register it or else…well… or else. So im sitting there in my depressive state of catotonicness and soon theirs a pair of fingers snapping infront of my face. How rude is that prick gonna be all day?!
“what the hell do you want frank?!”
“the son of a bitch is thinking again…”
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“what do you mean the son of a bitch is thinking again?”
“dude, hes in pycho mode”
“no, hes in suicidal mode”
“ I hope it blows over soon”
“ well first off, Torosauros, it Never blew off in the first place. It just gets worse from time to time. Second off, you need to learn how to study people. I mean come on Gerards the most depressive dick I know. I dotn even have to look at him, and I feel sad. All I have to do is like, enter the same room as him! Even if you blind fold me I could tell, because it’s like there’s weight in the room. Creepy shit…kind of like a ghost yet not.”
“are you saying he has an ‘aura’?”
“yeah exactly. Except his got dumped in sewage and its all dirty with like…blackness.”
“well shouldn’t we just cleanse his aura?”
“what are you trying to say? dump him in the Jordan River?”
“oh my God frank. You fucking private school kids. I swear. One more bible reference and you’ll be screaming for more than a God.” Bob said whilst glaring warningly at frank.
“sounds kinky lets go”
“…”
“stupid private school kids.”
Yeah I could hear what they were saying I guess but not really. I heard what they said but I didn’t register it. But I suppose its in their favor that I didn’t register it or else…well… or else. So im sitting there in my depressive state of catotonicness and soon theirs a pair of fingers snapping infront of my face. How rude is that prick gonna be all day?!
“what the hell do you want frank?!”