Scyess
Official Traveling Menstrual
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Before yet another of my comic thread goes into the crapper, I figured I'd at least try to give this one more of an ending...
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| I'll bet it sucks to be in telemarketing. | |
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| Yeah, but it pays the bills. What do you do? | |
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| Um, sit around with my pink cow friend, mostly. It doesn't really pay the bills, but it's better than calling total strangers who hate you. | |
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| But how do you have that huge house, and, well, what's paying for this dinner? | |
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| Let's just say I've severed all ties with a certain crotchety old bitch called "reality." | |
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| That would explain why I'm on this date. | |
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| Well, here we are back at my place after a wonderful evening. Would you care to come in for a little... drink? | |
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| I really don't think I should... | |
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| Oh, come now, it's the 21st century, and we're both adults... | |
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| No, it's not that. It's more just that I hate you. | |
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| Tell you what. I'll come in if you promise I can mace you. | |
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| Telley, I'd like you to meet my pink cow friend, Cowdjinn. | |
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| Look, I know it's a bit wierd for a man to have a pink cow chained to his closet, but once you get to know -- | |
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| Why hello, Telley. Or should I say, "Dominique de Renault!" | |
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| Well, at least we can skip the whole "awkwardness of meeting a talking pink cow" thing... | |
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| That's a long, complicated story about how you two met. Let me get this straight... | |
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| Okay, you recap while I go hump your date. | |
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You met in a small cafe on a tepid night in Belgium in 1947. You were both exhausted. You were seeking solace in the warmth of another living creature, never suspecting you were really enemies...
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| Your shirt is adorable, Mademoiselle. I love the color. | |
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| Wait a minute... did you say "hump my date?" Um, Cowdjinn? | |
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| Goddam it, I hope you enjoyed humping my date. | |
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| YOU CAN SPARE ME THE GRAPHIC DETAILS. | |
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| No, I mean, when I was done, I ate her. Did anyone who might miss her know she was coming here tonight? | |
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| I would be quite pissed off at you right now if she weren't a telemarketer. | |
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| ...which reminds me. Be careful of those rectal squeegees she sold you. It seems they cause tearing and lesions. | |
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--- "Old" is the old new.
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