So what do people eat on Christmas anyways?

[Private to Nill]

Hey, do Uncle Badou a favor and find out what tranny's sizes are. For clothes and shit, you know.

Hey, dickwads at the Cassagioso.

Over here.

Boss is out for the day due to uh--I'll just say complications ladeeda so I don't get my ass kicked or fired, or even worse, get my alcohol privileges taken away. For some dumb ass reason, he thought it'd be a fucking peachy idea to give me management responsibility ( Read more... )

Looks like we got some new visitor besides the truckload of newbies shipped to this shithole city on a daily basis.

Sup. Got cigs?

[OOC: feel free to bring in other cast members, spoilers, other Badou's, whatever you want! Break that 4th wall to your hearts sweetest content.]

[there is a pause and a white noise before the screen turns to Badou's neutral face, surrounded by strewn clothes and drawers, ripped open closets and desks.

There's about three seconds of silence until his entire face contorts and he lunges wildly at the screen, the only visible thing being his single, crazy eye as it darts around madly, as if was ( Read more... )

[private to Haine and Naoto]

What the fuck--the two of you are working under my boss? Since when the hell--you fucking douchebags.

Right. Apparently today is the sampling day of dead bastards.

Screw it if you all taste like Tootsie Rolls, count me out. I'll stick with the hot dogs filled with cut up little kid bits spliced inside and rolled up sticks of rat poison and nicotine, thanks.

Holy crap, I think I slept through an era. What the hell, I don't even remember drinking anything or passing out--and oh my fucking jesus christ on a tricycle, I smell like I swam through an ocean of feces and garbage juice ( Read more... )

The rate Snowflakes is kicking me and passing me around his prostitute ring is getting me fucking antsy ( Read more... )

This is so fucking gross, you deities are a bunch of sick, sadistic, crazy motherfuckers.

But this sure brings a whole new meaning to seeing red though, doesn't it? HAhah.a... ha.h.ha....hah.

Yeah, no. I'm just gonna smoke this one out.

[sounds of running and heavy panting along with the dragging of artillery and a pathetic whimper every now and then.]...when you guys find me with my toasty, black lungs ripped out of my throat and my sexy crooked fingers flung all over the damn place like party confetti, I don't want any of you fuckers peeing on my grave ( Read more... )