Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn’t have an agent yet he has the balls to shoot down Josh like he was Tom Cruise or something. I’m so tired of his shit and would have dumped him right there on the spot had MTV not insisted on a couple. I swear to god if he passes up on this we’re done.
“I just think we should meet with the production company so we can evaluate our options.”
Options. What options? Well, I suppose you could always fall back on your deodorant commercial…oh no wait being the primo dipshit retard that you are you even managed to fuck that up.
“I
I try my best to ignore him as he alternates between checking girls and himself out in the passenger mirror. Was he always such an asshole?
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t have to it’s all over your face.”
“I’m just tired, okay?”
He flicks a dial on the radio and ignores me. Maybe Tammy’s right and I should just dump his sorry ass.
It isn’t until I notice the Spanish tiled roofs that I realize I’m cruising along
“You hungry? Because I think I might get a pizza from Papa John’s when we get back.”
Is it not bad enough living behind the place without eating there most days too?
“I think I’ll pass.”
What else should I really have expected from a man who’s content to work in a novelty sixties diner for chump change? Asking him to have ambition is like asking a penis
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