Okay, You Can Call 911 Now!
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Okay, You Can Call 911 Now!
Two temps and a female Word Processing Center Supervisor are the only three people left working in a huge investment bank late one night, when suddenly . . .
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:19 pm: Edit Post What Happened?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:20 pm: Edit Post I don't know. I was just talking to the bitch and she had some kind of *ucking seizure or something and just kneeled over.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:20 pm: Edit Post Is she dead?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:21 pm: Edit Post Let's see… No, She's still alive, I can feel a pulse.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:21 pm: Edit Post Well, let's wait a few minutes. When she dies we can call 911.
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:22 pm: Edit Post Let's just strangle the bitch, it could be hours before she fucking dies.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:22 pm: Edit Post Nooo… If we strangle her that's murder. Murder is illegal. If she dies, she dies that's legal.
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:22 pm: Edit Post So, like what the fuck are you … some *ucking lawyer?
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:32 pm: Edit Post No, I'm a writer.
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:24 pm: Edit Post Great, another fucking White Boy Writer/Hustler.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:25 pm: Edit Post And what are you? Another *ucking Black Boy drug dealer?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:25 pm: Edit Post Noooo , I'm not a drug dealer. I'm a freelance fucker.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:26 pm: Edit Post Ha! Ha! Freelance *ucker. What the *uck is that?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:26 pm: Edit Post I fuck people, freelance. White boys mostly.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:27 pm: Edit Post Ha! Ha! Is she still breathing?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:27 pm: Edit Post ... Yep, still breathing. Head?
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:28 pm: Edit Post What?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:28 pm: Edit Post Do you give head? I'm thinking about letting you blow me.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:28 pm: Edit Post Ha! Like as a favor to me, right?
By Christopher Paige (Christopher) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:29 pm: Edit Post Right!
Oh! the bitch stopped breathing, you can call 911 now.
By Ross Russell (Ross) on Saturday, December 22, 2001 - 11:29 pm: Edit Post Well, there's no big hurry is there?
