I am no longer an aspiring novelist

[seriousfic]

I am an aspiring novelist/meat seller.


You're welcome.

You should seen it, folks. I was so money and I did know it. I went in there, slapped down my letter of recommendation like it ain't no thang, answered everyone's questions, then went outside to wait for the co-manager. Did I fidget, gentle reader? Was I nervous? Nah, dog, I passed the time writing filthy Chloe/Davis porn.


You're welcome.



I'd played Mega Man. I knew how to handle a boss rush. I went in there and killed it. They were like "you may have to work on Game Day, since that's when people want to buy meat" and I'm like "I don't follow sports, so that's cool." Of course, It's Texas, so...



So I say "Hey, I'm from Ohio. If your team was the Browns, you wouldn't either!" And they were all



and I was all



Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go pee in a cup, then rewatch Invader Zim so I can make all sorts of hilarious meat jokes. Eat it, vegans!

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[rocaw.livejournal.com]

Yay for you! This made me laugh btw! =)