I'm picturing the thatching on the candy nut hut
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm picturing the thatching on the candy nut hut
Flaked coconut.
I burned out parts of my own brain, just now.
Honey, where'd you put that check I need to deposit??
Nebbermind - found it.
Honey, where'd you put that check I need to deposit??
Nebbermind - found it.
Good. 'cause the answer was "Uh...in your hand."
Was it in the nut hut?
Can't. Breathe. From. Laughing. Too. Hard.
Was it in the nut hut?
Scene: Back room of a Wells Fargo branch. The day is ending and all that remains to do is sort the checks deposited in the ATM.
Employee 1: How many do we got to do?
Employee 2: Not many. We'll be out of here pretty quick.
Employee 1 opens envelope.
E1: Hey...check this out.
E2: What?
E1: Is it still Halloween or something?
E2: No. Why?
E1: This check. It smells like candy. Like...coconut. And, hey, is that a Smartie?
E2: DON'T EAT IT!! DROP THE CHECK AND STEP AWAY!
E2 hits an alarm button. Heavy metal gates drop from the ceiling, trapping them inside. Red lights flash. A recorded announcement blares "PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING! BIO-HAZARD EMERGENCY! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING! BIO HAZARD EMERGENCY!..."
E1: Holy shit! What is it?! Anthrax?!
E2: NUT HUT!!
E1: We're so fucked.
Aimee boobage! Woot!
Also, Trudes? You can totally swear off guys. "Ask me how!"
Boss: Juliana, why are you dumping all of our company stock?
J: Oh, no reason, just a hunch.... By the way, have you heard anything from the LA office lately?
Okay, so I guess we're agreed...no more daring Miracleman to do anything whatsoever at a F2F. Right?
Especially when he's had a few.