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!!gn69msI8eUv 02/18/10(Thu)06:33 No.1579138So,
one time, Rach's cousin---or whatever, is getting married. Great. So,
his dead parents and mine being royalty and friends and all that
literal royal bullshit, we have this "Royal Invitation" to the
wedding----OBLIGATORY, or WAR. FUCK Now wait just a Goddamned
minute, muthafuckas!!!
I had a fucking "photo shoot" set up with
this Brazilian---stress the BRA part, who thinks I'm some sort of
philanthropist businessman looking to help 'disadber' . . . 'disberag' .
. . 'disbandaged', FUX IT, I was scammin tail, Happy?!
Now
my assistant's canceling my dream scam and I'm flying to RACHes cousin's
wedding with my total buzzkill of a family, with NO FUCKING DRINKS on
the family jet---thanks to Dad's alcoholism.
So, we arrive,
hOOOO-fUUUckin-RAAAAAh.
But, total, mindfuck trouble here,
sti/ck/ydi/ck/s: Rach's cousin is a total SMOKIN
HOOOOOTTTTTTYYYY!!!!!!!
I must have been staring for an hour,
cause when I finally look over at S., he's giving me that sick grin I
see every time a pair of identical triplets come rolling into the club.
Not. Fucking. Good.
Not
at all.
Rach Knows. Given his propensity for debauchery and
history of tomfoolery, it's only a matter of time before he has my naked
body pressed---longingly, against his cousins firm, lustfull frame in
some side hall utility closet in shameful, international sin. |