dusting off this account

[killthisparty]

That ain't fair. It ain't fuckin' fair.

Another one? Pluckin' the lil' bit straight outta -- I mean what the FUCK is up with that.

It ain't fair.




--An' those two. They better take care 'a her. I don't care what happened, they gotta get their shit together make it better fer 'er.




God fuckin' knows we can't.

Comments

[kidjoy]

You're calling me mad? All the dye is gettin' to your brain, P. I ain't the crazy one.

[killthisparty]

'Ey 'ey 'ey, no one ever proved it did that.

[kidjoy]

Proof's standin' right in front of me.

[killthisparty]

A bunch'a lies! Ain't likin' your tone, lil' missy.

[kidjoy]

Whatcha gonna do about it then? Huh, big guy?

[killthisparty]

You pickin' a fight? Eh? Fistycuffs and shit?[ Fistycuffs, Party what the fuck. ]

[kidjoy]

Fistywhat? [Ugh Party, don't been lame. She pulls a face, snorts at him.] Ain't no fight against someone who talks all prissy like that.

[killthisparty]

Prissy?! I ain't no prissy! [ Amazing grammar. ] Fuck off wit' that. "Prissy", shit.