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Tweak says, "mr blobby loves you"

Benjamin Reynolds (_cavendish_) wrote,
@ 2010-10-24 09:04:00

Passed out cold on a queen size bed that is littered with playing cards, a dozen empty Jack Daniels bottles, fifteen donuts boxes that contain nothing but crumbs and a bright orange traffic cone. Big Tobacco had went on a binge of sorts last night. Locking himself in the $5,000 a night hotel room he called room service every fifteen minutes for three hours making a list of demands and while the staff did their best to cater to Mr. Reynolds there were just some things they couldn't do.

Namely find a dodo bird and bake it into a pie.

When he does wake up he rolls over and immediately reaches for the phone again.

[Phone call to Alcohol]

HEY! MAN HATING HE-BITCH! GIMME MY KID BACK.

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	Phone Call aquavitae 2010-10-25 10:52 am UTC (link)
	Al's currently sipping at a mimosa and sitting with her feet propped up on Whitey's high chair; the little black market girl is giving her a manicure with all the skill of a professional. Between them they share a cigarette, which Alcohol puffs at placidly before smiling at her phone. "Mmmmno." (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Phone Call _cavendish_ 2010-10-25 11:01 am UTC (link)
	I bought her fair and square. The law is on my side, woman. DON'T MAKE ME GET THE HOSE. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Phone Call aquavitae 2010-10-25 11:46 am UTC (link)
	"Don't be a retard, Benny; I am the law. If you use that shade of pink, kid, I will pickle you myself. Anyway, I'm doing you a favor. This is bonding time for you and your pet human." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Phone Call _cavendish_ 2010-10-25 04:57 pm UTC (link)
	Don't take to Whitey like that! SHE'S A LADY. I don't know what you're babbling about you drunkard. Give me back my baby! (Reply to this) (Parent)