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Jack needed a place to crash....but in Ken's trash barrel there just wasnt room for uncleanliness
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| OH SWEET DEATH.......LEST I SHOW YOU MY FACE...PLEASE TAKE ME NO MATTER WHAT....*sigh* | |
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| well jeeez Jack, you dont gotta be all emotional just cause I cant let you move in with me....my intuition tells me youd be a filthy roomate | |
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good friends...always die quick
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| listen Im sorry ok. I just....well....Ive been trying to get a part in this Shakespeare play for so long.and you live right in front of the theater...so I figured Id get the part for being so ON TIME. | |
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| yeah but anyway...I gotta go get lauundry....catch ya later Jack..... | |
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and soon after...Jack moved in his own trash can beside the theater....but when he got the part...the role opposite him was his ex gurlfriend so he killed himself.....the end.fuck you.
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