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Motherfuckin TOAST

So I walks in the the, i dunno, what is it -- "fancy restaurant"? I walks in there and a grab me a table. Like, hard. Grab it HARD. And i look at that table like it should know what it's in for but it doesn't, but it should LEARN. That table. And the guy is all "hey... uh..." and the lady is reaching for the gun in her stylish handbag, leather, pink, sort of mauve dots, silver hoop handle -- nice. She's reaching for her piece. You gotta be fast in situations like that.

So I proposed a toast. You know, something nice, to health and friends and the eternal surprise of blah fucking blah. Mind like water. And table like a wheel! Vrooooooom!!

Page last modified on October 16, 2006, at 11:09 AM
Originally by Biddy.