QotD: Halloween Costume Preparations
If you are going to dress up for Halloween, what will you be? Why?
Submitted by Auweea.
What the hell are you doing, QotD? I thought we had something yesterday? You seemed interested in me. I mean, really interested for the first time since we met. Now, you're back to your old games again. Handing out cotton candy questions like Pamela Anderson at the state vagina giveaway. You degrade yourself and you sicken me, you faded paisley print of a bleached out, shit smeared whore. I can't stand to look at you. Get out.
Stop your crying! Those tears are as false as the soulless husk that your smile inhabits. I thought I told you to get out?
Oh, you love me, do you? Please, QotD, how low will you sink? But if that's how want to play it, so be it. Come here. What am I going to do? What do you think I'm going to do. I'm going to kiss you. I'm going to kiss you hard on the mouth. Then I'm going to do some other things. Afterwords, I'm going down to Harvey's office and I'm turning us both in. No, hear me out! You didn't think I had the guts to do it. Did you, Baby? Well, maybe it's guts and maybe it's more cowardice. Too much of a coward to go on living a lie, I suppose. You can go with me to Harvey's if you want. Or you can stay here and wait for the police. The choice is -
What do you think you're doing with that gun? There ain't no way you can get away with killin' me, Baby. The cops will be on you like a gaggle of wool sucking Siamese cats on a brand new fleece blanket. Come on, QotD. Give me the gun. That's better.
Wow, those are some big boots you're wearing.
Christ, not in the balls!
EEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHGAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
The End
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Delicious, disfunctional relationships.
But then you had to go and cuss out the Duke. And then you had to go and cuss out QotD. And at that point, I knew I had to keep reading your damned bl-g. So, welcome to the neighborhood.
Hey, thanks, I'm moved. And it's about time I heard from someone who enjoys flying. It's not like I want to surround myself with people who agree with me on this point. I was hoping for plane lovers to put me in my place, thus making me feel a little more relaxed about the trip. Instead, I get a bunch of people as tripped out as I am saying, Naw, man, you're right, flying is for crazy people we're all gonna die aaiiiiiiiieeeeee!