How to Be a Comic Book Superhero, Week 2 [Monday, in front of the Kwik Stop]
Punctuality was not a concept found in Jay's limited mental capacity. Making an entrance, however, was definitely up there.
"Check it, mothafuckers!"
Jay exploded onto the scene, boombox unceremoniously dumped on the small table sitting beside a propped-up white board. He moonwalked back and forth in front of them for a moment before grabbing his crotch in the general direction of, well, everything vaguely female. "Fuck, I got some fine little school girl pussy for me today - and you dude. I am Jay and you lucky little bitches get to learn the fine art of fucking like -"
Silent Bob popped up behind him, peeling duct tape off the sleeve of his jacket and giving him a reproving, sad look, spreading his hands as if to ask what he thought he was doing. Sulking, Jay shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched. "Fuck, fatass, ruin all my fucking fun."
Bob tilted his head towards the students. Jay scowled. "Fine. I'm Jay and this morose motherfucker is my black manservant, Silent Bob. He's the actual teacher 'cause apparently I'm not supposed to be left alone with minors. Fucking parole."
Silent Bob rolled his eyes and started writing on the board while Jay hopped up on the table beside the boombox, swinging his legs and never shutting up. "Don't know why this fatass gets to do all the teaching." Bob wrote 'introductions' and waved at the students. Jay sneered. "Like I fucking need to know their names when those tight little bitches -"
Bob glared. Jay sighed. "Shit. Name, age, fucking bra size, don't care."
Bob drew a familiar logo that looked like a bat.
"And whatever gay-ass names you fuckers picked for yourself last week."
Introductions finished, Bob erased the board and wrote 'POWERS'. Then he wrote 'UNLAME'.
"Powers? Fuck, Lunchbox, if I had a superpower I'd have, like, the power to make hot chicks' clothes disappear like fucking that." He wiggled his fingers. Bob rolled his eyes and added 'LIKE THAT'.
[[Back from vaycay, Deadpool-mun wins all, will be around to play after about 6EST. And . . . I'm sorry about Jay. I just . . . I'm sorry.]]
"Check it, mothafuckers!"
Jay exploded onto the scene, boombox unceremoniously dumped on the small table sitting beside a propped-up white board. He moonwalked back and forth in front of them for a moment before grabbing his crotch in the general direction of, well, everything vaguely female. "Fuck, I got some fine little school girl pussy for me today - and you dude. I am Jay and you lucky little bitches get to learn the fine art of fucking like -"
Silent Bob popped up behind him, peeling duct tape off the sleeve of his jacket and giving him a reproving, sad look, spreading his hands as if to ask what he thought he was doing. Sulking, Jay shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched. "Fuck, fatass, ruin all my fucking fun."
Bob tilted his head towards the students. Jay scowled. "Fine. I'm Jay and this morose motherfucker is my black manservant, Silent Bob. He's the actual teacher 'cause apparently I'm not supposed to be left alone with minors. Fucking parole."
Silent Bob rolled his eyes and started writing on the board while Jay hopped up on the table beside the boombox, swinging his legs and never shutting up. "Don't know why this fatass gets to do all the teaching." Bob wrote 'introductions' and waved at the students. Jay sneered. "Like I fucking need to know their names when those tight little bitches -"
Bob glared. Jay sighed. "Shit. Name, age, fucking bra size, don't care."
Bob drew a familiar logo that looked like a bat.
"And whatever gay-ass names you fuckers picked for yourself last week."
Introductions finished, Bob erased the board and wrote 'POWERS'. Then he wrote 'UNLAME'.
"Powers? Fuck, Lunchbox, if I had a superpower I'd have, like, the power to make hot chicks' clothes disappear like fucking that." He wiggled his fingers. Bob rolled his eyes and added 'LIKE THAT'.
[[Back from vaycay, Deadpool-mun wins all, will be around to play after about 6EST. And . . . I'm sorry about Jay. I just . . . I'm sorry.]]