Oh well... fuckers
"So," Jesus, the sandwich, said to me as we sat there on
the couch. "Another one of those, huh?"
I nodded. I sighed.
"You know, they can't say no forever," Judas, the bag of chips, offered.
I nodded.
"So, ah, how are the peppers growing?" Jesus, the sandwich, asked.
"You are so fucking insensitive," Judas, the bag of chips, shouted. "Get the fuck off your fucking peppered horse, you fuck! He's just gotten another rejection, and your worried about your peppers, you fuck. as though there can't be anything more fucking important than your fucking peppers. What about his feeling? Huh? Ever think of that? What about my cock? Huh? But no! Your fucking peppers are the only fucking thing in the fucking world. God, you make me fucking sick you fuck!"
I nodded. I sighed.
fuck
I nodded. I sighed.
"You know, they can't say no forever," Judas, the bag of chips, offered.
I nodded.
"So, ah, how are the peppers growing?" Jesus, the sandwich, asked.
"You are so fucking insensitive," Judas, the bag of chips, shouted. "Get the fuck off your fucking peppered horse, you fuck! He's just gotten another rejection, and your worried about your peppers, you fuck. as though there can't be anything more fucking important than your fucking peppers. What about his feeling? Huh? Ever think of that? What about my cock? Huh? But no! Your fucking peppers are the only fucking thing in the fucking world. God, you make me fucking sick you fuck!"
I nodded. I sighed.
fuck
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