018 ⚸
[Well. That sucked.
After such a horrific experience, Annie sure is glad for her last regain!
Family will find her on the living room couch surrounded by a cloud of smoke, a crudely-wrapped cigarette in her hand and a plastic bag of some green plant by her side. It does not smell like tobacco. At all.
Later on, she will be making a phone call. Because she is having THOUGHTS and she needs to share them with the entire fucking world.]
Mayfield?
Mayfield, Mayfield, Mayfield, Mayfield. Mayfield.
That’s a stupid fucking name for a town. There’s not even any fucking fields here. No meadows or ravines or any kind of shit like that. They should just call it, like. Maytown or something. Maytown. May. Town. Fucking stupid.
So that was some Road Warrior-bullshit that just happened. What the fuck ever, who even cares anymore? Like, it’s always the same shit with this place: “Oh, you’ve been bad motherfuckers, time for some punishment, look at us fucking with your shit?” Well, maybe we don’t have any shit to be fucked with. Maybe all our shit is gone. We’re out of shit. Shitless. You ever consider that? No, you haven’t, because you can’t handle this shit. You don’t even have shit.
Also, like, I know this place likes fucking up with holidays and stuff, but it’d better keep that shit away from mine. I’m gonna have a great fucking Hanukkah this year, I don’t even care. One of my friends is gone. We’re going to fucking fry shit and give gifts and it’s going to be so fucking magical. So. Fucking. Magical. So if eight nights can happen without the town or one of you fucking psychos they fucking locked us up with going fucking insane on everyone, that would be amazing. I would be so fucking grateful. It’ll be like the second fucking miracle of Hanukkah. I’ll ask my rabbi if we can add that part in. “And then Mayfield decided not to be a douche for eight days and eight nights so everyone could party hard.” I think that would totally fit in.
All the cute girls are invited. Nas won’t mind; she’s not even here. But I won’t invite him because he fucking left. Asshole.
[SNIFF] I promised myself I wouldn’t cry but I just have a lot of fucking emotions right now, okay? Fuck you guys.
After such a horrific experience, Annie sure is glad for her last regain!
Family will find her on the living room couch surrounded by a cloud of smoke, a crudely-wrapped cigarette in her hand and a plastic bag of some green plant by her side. It does not smell like tobacco. At all.
Later on, she will be making a phone call. Because she is having THOUGHTS and she needs to share them with the entire fucking world.]
Mayfield?
Mayfield, Mayfield, Mayfield, Mayfield. Mayfield.
That’s a stupid fucking name for a town. There’s not even any fucking fields here. No meadows or ravines or any kind of shit like that. They should just call it, like. Maytown or something. Maytown. May. Town. Fucking stupid.
So that was some Road Warrior-bullshit that just happened. What the fuck ever, who even cares anymore? Like, it’s always the same shit with this place: “Oh, you’ve been bad motherfuckers, time for some punishment, look at us fucking with your shit?” Well, maybe we don’t have any shit to be fucked with. Maybe all our shit is gone. We’re out of shit. Shitless. You ever consider that? No, you haven’t, because you can’t handle this shit. You don’t even have shit.
Also, like, I know this place likes fucking up with holidays and stuff, but it’d better keep that shit away from mine. I’m gonna have a great fucking Hanukkah this year, I don’t even care. One of my friends is gone. We’re going to fucking fry shit and give gifts and it’s going to be so fucking magical. So. Fucking. Magical. So if eight nights can happen without the town or one of you fucking psychos they fucking locked us up with going fucking insane on everyone, that would be amazing. I would be so fucking grateful. It’ll be like the second fucking miracle of Hanukkah. I’ll ask my rabbi if we can add that part in. “And then Mayfield decided not to be a douche for eight days and eight nights so everyone could party hard.” I think that would totally fit in.
All the cute girls are invited. Nas won’t mind; she’s not even here. But I won’t invite him because he fucking left. Asshole.
[SNIFF] I promised myself I wouldn’t cry but I just have a lot of fucking emotions right now, okay? Fuck you guys.