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@beau-britton
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yolandepaquetâ:
Beauâs favorite French word was back and it made her laugh, still feeling like she should correct him on the meaning of it, but⌠it was just very funny. Maybe she would tell him later. âPutain, yes, you remembered.â It warmed her heart a little, not because he remembered her (it would have been kind of shitty if he didnât), but because this inside joke or whatever it was had stuck with him too. He sounded completely lost and she could not blame him for it â at least on her end, the phone had just rung without her doing anything. Yo was definitely fully awake now thanks to the mystery of it all. Was he telepathic after all? Fate? Magic? Just the weirdest coincidence ever? ⌠Aliens? Okay, less History Channel for her.
âI donât have any eggrolls, sorry⌠and Iâve had this number for years,â she said, followed by a confused hum. âMaybe theyâre really close?â Although that didnât explain much of anything if he had that other number saved in his phone. This was a Sherlock Holmes level case, or maybe one for the mouse detective that lived in his walls. Sheâd have to watch that one later. Then he said heâd wanted to call her, and maybe it didnât matter that much how heâd actually done it. âI wanted to call too,â she admitted, smiling to herself like an idiot. Sheâd thought about it more than once since Harley had dragged her out of The Duke that night, but for some reason, his number hadnât magically appeared when sheâd wanted it. But it felt good to know that heâd been thinking about her too. âWhat did you want to say?â
    This was like trying to solve one of those puzzles in the paper every morning...if heâd stuck with it that was. (Told once that it works the brains muscle well, heâd found solace in that aspect with a daily dose of Bop It.) This one was one heâd have to just let go and really that wasnât too hard to do when heâd been craving that Dong Fong and almost instantly his hunger wasnât one of those crab rango things anymore. Flashbacks to his truck, hell just the thought reddened his cheeks more than they already were. Didnât hurt knowing they were in the same boat either, â....Donât really know.â caught between some sort of truths and those little white lies, Beau shifted in his stance on the other end of the wire. Expression no doubt readable through the words with the way his lips spread into a grin, âI got a hit out on Harley...big one.â Teasing now, of course that woman irritated him but even more-so when she stuck to her word that night. âAndââ he let out a little laugh at his thought, âYour Jaba Jaba ainât shit.â Another coinkydink, the B&Bâs reception and HBO did him a favor in that sense.Â
oh cam!
hendersonheightsâ:
âWell, that is true,â Summer answered. âBut isnât pretty much everyone in debt in some form or another. Thatâs how it seems these days anyway.â She didnât know specifics, didnât want to know specifics, but it was pretty much that way with everyone these days. âNo, more than likely not, itâs got to be 50% of us.â
   That was a think piece for sure, of course debt was for the masses; himself included, for a multitude of reasons, financially was not one at the moment but the look itâd take into that bag was one he steered right clear ofâ âMore than that. I think. Besides, all great ideaâs come with a little help from Jim, Jack, or Joseâ. All those poet homeboysâlady poets too.... PTA percents go up way higher. Has to.âÂ
Request:Â i think we all need to hear âtequila makes her clothes fall offâ today. especially beauÂ
It may only be 9 in the morning here in Beaumont, but itâs never too early to start the party! This oneâs for you, @beau-britton, but also for all you out there currently stuck at work or on the commute to work. Put a little pep in your step today.
yolandepaquetâ:
Yo had all but passed out on her bed â long day of dealing with the dead â and she felt a little bit disoriented when her phone vibrated and it was a number she didnât recognize at all. Probably just one of those scam calls, but then the number was local. And the voice with all its âheysâ felt very familiar, although it took her a moment to place it. âHey?â she waited for him to say something else, but nope, at least nothing meant for her. âBeau? Is that you?â It definitely sounded like she was in his pocket, and there was all that background noise too. Was that Jay-Z? Then the crinkling sound of him actually picking up the phone, sounding about as confused as she felt.
âUm, no, itâs Yolande. You know, French girl from the bar.â As if that wasnât obvious. âAre you at a party or something?â Yo glanced at her watch. Kind of an interesting hour, if he was, not that she was judging. She was, however, very confused that he was even calling her, and it made less sense the more she thought about it. That Jäger had done a great job of wiping away the memory of saving her number on his phone at the bar, and then they hadnât talked once since the Harley incident, despite her hoping to find him on Tinder. No luck. âHow did you even get my number?â
    That he was not expectingâ a dumbfounded pause because sure, he hadnât forgotten Yolande, thought about her even since the Harley incidentâwhen he saw Harley too not two days ago while she was out on the lake giving citations so he motor boated right on out of her wayâ er, âPutain?â he did say, when it came down to it, star wars and something she was stuck on with that, tequila, something sweet and....the truck had come to mind. No way had he forgotten but yes way he was lost entirely why and how she was on the other end of the phone. His phone. He was pretty sure heâd summoned Dong Fong so this was well beyond eerie future fortune cookies. Â
    â.........I donât.â He added honestly, âDidnât.....â How did he? Heâd stopped with the hard stuff long ago so there was no way it was blocking out saving her digits, (though maybe this was what everyone was talking about stopping early on, it fucked with shit way later on) the announcer dude on the screen counting down to a time too long delayed and the song change louder in the background, Beau scrambled to save his game, turn down Jay and hear that kind of hard to understand accent at all, âI was callinâ for some eggrolls and wonton, oh and those crab rango things...you pick up the old Dong Fong number? Cus I know the owner guy bit it a couple months back....â foreign people did that all the time. Or dead people, only once or twice but he figured that was where all the ignored calls went wayside anyways. Hadnât called Dong Fong in a while either. Checking his phone again, he swore he had that saved as DF though, not to be confused with DTF which heâd mixed up once or twice but she was Adie, she was cool about it. Most of the time anyways after some under breath cuss words. âWanted to though. Call I mean. Funny how that works out I guess.âÂ
thenoreenâ:
âEw, noâ, she said, vehemently shaking her head, âMy assistant does and she always gives me shit for it â she walks my cat too and same thing: endless bitching and whining over it.â Of course, there was the slight complication of Noreenâs cat being a now almost fully grown liger, but she didnât understand why that was a big deal. âIâd like, carry them around in my purse if I could, but they donât like that, so I have to leave them with the so-called help.â
         âDonât think theyâd fit too.â He was a little surprised by also not because he saw Tyga had a tiger. Noreen Innocent with goats was a step in that whole lifestyles of the rick of famous he just would never wrap his head around. He had pits, sometimes. More his parents but they roamed his property like any other so it was like a wild range sometimes, or something like it... âHey. You got a horse in the Kentucky Derby too?â Because another, why not? She might. âItâs cominâ up.âÂ
rcwesâ:
   âoh, god â sorry, iâve just been watching a lot of movies from the sixties and thatâs a saying they have. it does mean donât have a fit, but i donât know why they chose those words.â she said with a shrug. lana laughed at his words and lifted her shoe to get the paper off her shoe. âi would think everyone likes to be told they have tp on their shoe.â the blonde smiled and chuckled. âyankee territory ? what are you talkinâ about ?â
     âCow mustâve had that fit. Ancient cow. Or ate some bad grass.â He shrugged, still no closure to that saying at all. Now it being from the 60â˛s was another thing, learning something new every day wasnât he. âGroovy.â He smiled, couldâve been a 70â˛s thing but didnât they both run together anyways? âYeah, you know. New York. Takinâ to northern territory...eh, but donât know if it counts with you. Youâre right back here in good olâ Volunteer territory. Long time no see, lookinâ good by the way. Last I heard you got yourself hitched, should I do some congratulatinâ or did I long since miss that gun?âÂ
tiffanixbellâ:
âSix figures anâ macaroni tie die? My, if that ainâ an interestinâ combination I donâ know what is.â Was she serious? Was she serious? Who knew, really.  âExactly. So, that beinâ said, I reckon I can decorate this place anâ make it almost as pretty as you are.â
     âWith tp? Whatcha sayinâ there, huh? One of those med-iaphores? Heard a lot âbout full of shit in my time, piss and somethinâ or other here and there but all the same...none of that pretty. So unless you got some tricks up your sleeve Iâd say youâre just caught with tp on your shoe.âÂ
     There was a lot of effort that went into that Easter egg huntâwasnât supposed to be like that. Not that day, not ever. Easter was family affair, Ernest was up for the spit roasting (RIP, all good juju given in his honor of sperminating the rest of the gang for more Easter Sundays and the like to come) but that day Beau wasnât able to participate in. Nope, RayAnne had other plans. Which, yeah bummed him out a little but he did have some making up to do still and Katie was always better at rock paper scissors than he was so it was down to him and that egg hunt. Prove he could garner something other than chocolates and a couple twenties stuffed with some melting peeps with that overflow of potential consumers....
     Tuning into 104FM and hearing Tommy Leeâs tigre radio voice announce on one of the only clear channels no matter how far out in the boonies he turned up, that he won a stay at the GF B&B. Pedal to the metal, and Beau was at the stations front doors faster than a knife fight in a phone booth. Free was free, better take advantage where you could and, Beau didnât win things. Never had. Giddy child inside was reaching and reaching hard for that giant ice cream scoop with some exotic flavor like bubble gum.Â
~so Beauâs at his trailer. Playing Tekken...the new one. Heâs got old school Jay-Z playing (as in pre-yonce) but under the gaming sound...up and down the soundâs probably very muffled and in and out.
   âHey....â quiet, all focus mounting... muffled still, âHey! Uh uhh....whatâs up...â he said but probably not heard right after was a vibrant talk back to the tv... âNope! Rodeo this bitch Jin Kazamamama!â This went on...for a while...until he died, which really wasnât that long later. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket that was nestled between his ass and the couch, for a whole inspired delivery option but saw it was already lit up, âDong Fong?â..... mystical shit now, theyâd been long gone for a year now...but he wanted them so bad...
@yolandepaquet
thenoreenâ:
It wasnât often enough that she got to ramble about her precious goats, and Noreen was instantly forgetting all about psycho Carrie Underwood. âI do, theyâre my babies.â Too late to stop her, she was already pulling up her phone to show him pictures of her horned children. âThis is Proserpine, and this is Styx. I want more but my PA already bitches enough because she has to walk the two of them.â
    Kinda shook because where the heck had this gone, he was looking at photoâs of goats on Noreen Innocentâs phone, someone who he undoubtedly wouldâve mixed up with the other legged beauty Carrie but now..there were goats. Nervous before he sure as shit wasnât anymore... she walking goats. âYou walk em?â Kinda like walkinâ cats isnât it? Howâs that work out?âÂ