"Jill?"
"Yes Jack?"
"Fuck you."
"What the hell Jack?!"
"I just felt like it Jill."
"I am not some piece of meat Jack! I will not be treated this way! I have the Women's Charter! I have the feminist movements! I will not stand to be treated this way!"
"I'm sorry Jill, it just came out. I didn't intend for it to be like that. It just came out wrong, and I'm sorry okay? I am really, truly, sorry. Want me to beg?"
"That would be nice too. Just make sure it does not happen again Jack."
"I promise it will not happen again Jill."
"Good."
"Just one thing though, Jill."
"Yes Jack?"
"Shut the fuck up, stop being a cunt, and fetch me a pail of fucking water, before I bitchslap the Women's fucking Charter out of you."
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Sunday, January 07, 2007
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2 comments:
you silly, silly bastard.
very funny though.
welcome.
This made me laugh in its blatancy...and yet there is truth in it.
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