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kyouyasangels_inc[He was losing it. Must've been somethin with the alignment of the stars, or those big teary baby blues, perhaps some anal farmer had slipped something into his water. Which would be strange because he doesn't drink much water. Into the shitty Dr. Pepper and beer, then. Regardfuckinless, something was a-foot. Or a-brainwashing communist technique.
Because for some hairbrained, SHITbrained reason Badou went out for the evening with one miss Rahzel Anadis.
Dressed in this little number. Oh no, not the heels. He still has some dignity left, goddammit. As much as she would have loved to see Badou stumble and curse and wobble in them, she didn't need the lawsuit. That 'Female Fatale' special on ID was popular and little minio- er, audiences heads were filled with so much fluff. No need to confuse them more and risk herbullshit innocence.
To make matters worse they'd gone as a pair. The bitch made a cute Dory, not that he'd admit it out loud.
So there he sits, waiting for her perky ass to get back from the little girls room, shoving chilli fries into his pout of a mouth and occasionally grumbling.
All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he sees a shape approach. Figuring its some cracker trying to squeeze past to go to the can, he ignores it.
When the guy doesn't get a move on for the land of tp, Badou gives him the surliest of looks]
Can I fuckin help you? Unless you're the lovechild of Joey and Jessie from Full House, an you've got a swanky good fake ID, I don't think you've enough ball hair to buy me a drink, kid.
Because for some hairbrained, SHITbrained reason Badou went out for the evening with one miss Rahzel Anadis.
Dressed in this little number. Oh no, not the heels. He still has some dignity left, goddammit. As much as she would have loved to see Badou stumble and curse and wobble in them, she didn't need the lawsuit. That 'Female Fatale' special on ID was popular and little minio- er, audiences heads were filled with so much fluff. No need to confuse them more and risk her
To make matters worse they'd gone as a pair. The bitch made a cute Dory, not that he'd admit it out loud.
So there he sits, waiting for her perky ass to get back from the little girls room, shoving chilli fries into his pout of a mouth and occasionally grumbling.
All of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he sees a shape approach. Figuring its some cracker trying to squeeze past to go to the can, he ignores it.
When the guy doesn't get a move on for the land of tp, Badou gives him the surliest of looks]
Can I fuckin help you? Unless you're the lovechild of Joey and Jessie from Full House, an you've got a swanky good fake ID, I don't think you've enough ball hair to buy me a drink, kid.
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16/12/12 03:36 (UTC)[The creature before Badou is actually a modern young Batman, sans BatNips. His red flush peeks from beneath the mask and flares to the tips of his ears as his confidence waxes and wanes. He's a smooth operator though.]
Do you...d-do you....do you like fish sticks?
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16/12/12 04:01 (UTC)....pffffTTTA....AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! YOU LIL PIECE OF BAT SHIT! That's seriously the best pick up line you've got? Not somethin like hey baby, if I dangle my dangle in wouldja take a nibble at my hook? [Wiping tears of mirth from his eye, his expression turns malicious. Smirking evilly, he leans over and bops Hank over the head none-too-gently]
Get your fuckin eyes checked, shit for brains. If you can't tell I'm clearly a goddamn dude I dunno why the fuck you think seein' in the dark'll help you fumble with them panties any less.
An now you gotta buy me a drink for my pain an sufferin'.