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June 03, 2008
Batesville Installment Four
Bob and Paul are enjoying the view. They’re sitting on a bench outside of a department store inside a mall in Overland Park, where all of the trendy upscale bitches shop. You know, the ones who stay in shape. Paul calls them ‘Jo Cunts’, since they’re in Johnson County, and, well, because they’re cunts. Still and all, these are fine physical specimens, properly representing the best that their gender has to offer. Bob and Paul are enjoying the view.
“Got-DAMN it, I love coming here,” exclaims Paul, watching a rather fine piece of ass walk by. He doesn’t care that she heard him, and when she turns to give him a dirty look he blows her a kiss with a wink. The corner of her lip curls up, but she keeps on walking.
“That’s alright, darlin’, ‘cuz ah love watchin’ you leave. Mmm, mmm.”
He turns back to look at his partner in crime, Bob. Bob’s a bit more soft-spoken, but he’s not about to deny that they’re here to perv on some girls walking by. Well, that and because they’re killing time.
“You heard from Earl yet?”
“Motherfucker, you’ve been sitting here with me the whole got-damn time. Have you heard my phone ring?”
Bob watches a particularly striking woman walk by, lost in the moment. “Huh?”
Paul stares at the side of Bob’s head, since his friend is still transfixed on supporting the women’s movement. Of their asses. “No, no I haven’t heard from the cocksucker yet.”
Bob turns back to look at Paul, but gets distracted again by a girl who’s probably too young. “We oughta get out of here before one of these ladies calls security.”
“Yeah, shit, let’s just go over to Earl’s place, see what the fuck’s going on.”
“Why the hell are we dealing with this guy, Paul? Crazy son of a bitch.”
“He’s got a connection on some good meth.”
“We live in mother fucking Kansas City, man. There’s connections for meth everywhere you fucking turn.”
“Yeah, and all of those assholes are batshit crazy, too.”
“Dude makes me nervous. He’s been extra special mental since he hit that chick driving drunk last week, too.”
“What, you think he doesn’t make my ass nervous? Let’s just go over there, get our shit, and go sell it off and…” Paul drifts off as a gaggle of girls come out of the store, carrying bags from the lingerie shop in the mall. Bob joins him in the ogling, ending the debate that could have saved their lives.
Posted by Schamberger at June 3, 2008 09:11 PM