A little more conversation
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blackbonnet_llc_rpWho: Ed and Jack, Ed and Stede, Ed and Izzy
When: 9/26/2022
What Determination, Devastation and really fucked up relations
Everything is turning up shit. More than shit. Whatever is worse than shit, that's life right now. Normally he likes work on a Monday. Good solid day to be a bitch and no one can complain because it's a fuckin' Monday. And with the new scripts he can goad people to being angry and hang up on 'em which is always catharthic.
And it would be great if Ed hadn't been such a moody fucker for most of it. He'd watched Princess Bride forty-five times in two weeks. And shit face McFucker had told him under no uncertain terms if he didn't get Ed out from under his feet he'd strangle him- which meant another divorce was comin up which meant more Princess Bride than even he could stomach.
Jack sighs and looks at Edward at his little cubicle. Then takes one of the little BDSM rubber duckies that Mary gave him for Christmas and launches it in a perfect arc over the dividing cubicle in the middle to bean Ed on the top of the head. He has fourteen ducks sitting here. He can keep at it.
When: 9/26/2022
What Determination, Devastation and really fucked up relations
Everything is turning up shit. More than shit. Whatever is worse than shit, that's life right now. Normally he likes work on a Monday. Good solid day to be a bitch and no one can complain because it's a fuckin' Monday. And with the new scripts he can goad people to being angry and hang up on 'em which is always catharthic.
And it would be great if Ed hadn't been such a moody fucker for most of it. He'd watched Princess Bride forty-five times in two weeks. And shit face McFucker had told him under no uncertain terms if he didn't get Ed out from under his feet he'd strangle him- which meant another divorce was comin up which meant more Princess Bride than even he could stomach.
Jack sighs and looks at Edward at his little cubicle. Then takes one of the little BDSM rubber duckies that Mary gave him for Christmas and launches it in a perfect arc over the dividing cubicle in the middle to bean Ed on the top of the head. He has fourteen ducks sitting here. He can keep at it.
