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Originally posted by Stingy Jack
I don't think I would throw myself down an elevator shaft. It would probably play out like this:
"Stingy, you are my father."
(Stingy's brows furrow slightly.)
"Did you hear me, Stingy? You are my father."
"Wait ... did you say that I'm your father?"
"That's what I said."
(Stingy leans across the table, eyeing the creeper with careful scrutiny.)
"Who's your mother?" he finally asks.
"What?"
"If I am your father, who's your mother?"
Creeper glances around nervously, then leans back in his chair with half-formed confidence. "Some bitch."
"Dammit! Maybe I am your father."
"Do you have any money?"
"No."
"Need some?"
"Sure."
Creeper unfolds his wallet and slides out a twenty. "Will this do you?"
"Anything's fine. I'm all for handouts, you know." Stingy reaches for the bill, only to be violently bitch-slapped by Creeper.
"Hands off, fat-ass! Get a job, ya fuckin' louse!"
"Sorry."
"S'aright."
The end. :)
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LMAO big time
" Yea and by the way, while your at it eat some dog food so you can pay for those prescription drugs, I am going out to slay bambi with my assault rifle and knock over some trees with my gas guzzling SUV. "
You know I was only kiddin ya right Stingy, I would throw myself down an elevator shaft, but hell my fat wallet would cushion the fall. LOL
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