#schmonyschmawk

[cuntryjunkie]

on an online order ban before my bday...

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@schmonyschmawk said: you sound like a bad textbook.

the four seasons.

fake teary-eyed, "it just so happens, little lady, all i've had to read these past few days are bad textbooks."

murdock mimes putting a dagger into his heart, complete with dramatic wet, choking noises. he reaches out to her, pleading, and then falls backwards off the edge of the couch.

his chuck taylor high-tops peek out from behind when his legs go rigor mortis-straight into the air.

[cuntryjunkie]

it's chris lee and his little sister from a different mister. (he did not pay to be featured... i don't think). thank u @schmonyschmawk for feeding me while i slave away @ work

[cuntryjunkie]

@schmonyschmawk said: order fries too. an' a garlic bread.

“i ain't your fuckin errand boy.” he flips the menu over, lookin for the drinks. can't have a beer, he's drivin. it doesn't usually stop him from havin a few but he's got extra special cargo today (princess lola king), and her daddy would fuck chris lee up if he found out. “anyway it's table service, dumbass. grud's comin over in a sec,” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “ugh. i'd get a dr. pepper but doc makes me piss like a fuckin racehorse.”

[cuntryjunkie]

@schmonyschmawk liked 4 a starter.

is that gonna hold? he doesn't think that'll hold. “you put your weight on that thing, and it's gonna snap in half,” chris squints against the sun. she and chris are both still recovering from injuries, and their bank accounts are recovering from them too. least lola has a dad, he supposes. if she breaks another arm, he'll pay up again. chris would be better off burying himself alive than fronting it.

“that's gonna suck so bad,” he shakes his head, muttering to himself. but lola can never ever be told, and she doesn't care anyhow.

[cuntryjunkie]

starter 4 @schmonyschmawk.

“lord have mercy...” they're standin at the window of a bakery. some jazzed up shit with pink interior and black decals n a woman behind the counter whose name is prolly somethin like amy.

he's got his eye on this big chocolate fudge number with a fuck ton of mousse and frosting. come to daddy. daddy's got you. sigh, “you think we got enough for that?”

[cuntryjunkie]

@schmonyschmawk said: you gotta band aid?

“awk jesus lola.” he retches, turnin away from her.

that shit is gnarrrrrrrrrrrrrly. still, he's fumblin around for somethin. “got these?” they're paper towels from mcdonalds.

[cuntryjunkie]

@schmonyschmawk said: ignore'm. they're just neckbeard losers! well, chris wishes he could grow a beard. anyway. ignore'm. want me to shove'm off their boards?

jody 'grud' grudziecki.

“naw. we got a comp comin up.” and maybe grud could shake it off, like he always does. lil bro of the group takin all the hits cus he's meant to. but what if he's had a fuckass sucky day? and what if exactin revenge on chris lee and reda is just what he needs to put all those wrongs right?

grud's lookin over at those two fuckin clowns, givin them a real stink eye. he leans over, past where lola's sittin, to grab chris lee's gatorade bottle and hawk tuah's into it. “which one's reda's?” grud doesn't wanna target shingo. shingo's cool.