The Tinychat Porn

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The Tinychat Porn/Action Film


Title: Rise of the Goon Squad




CAST

Smiles ——————————————— The Hula Girl; Wife
Jay Pee ——————————————– The Racist Mexican; Husband
Pharmacy ——————————————- The priest
Willie D ——————————————- Goon Squad Gangbang Leader
Little Billy ————————————— Goon Squad Member #1
Garcia ——————————————— Mexican Mafia member
Elijah ——————————————— Collector of Asian ladies
Ella ———————————————– Asian Lady #1
Cakes ———————————————- Asian Lady #2
Angela ——————————————— Asian Lady #3
Corey ———————————————- Fat guy whose wife cuckolds him
Random, barely legal girl ————————– Wife of Corey
Mellowmarz —————————————– The guy who Corey’s wife cheats on him with
Joe ———————————————— Joe
Jade ———————————————– Joe’s girlfriend/hostage
IRbot ———————————————- Army of 1000 robots
DJ Jon ——————————————— Asian genius/scientist
Caitlyn ——————————————– Girl that fucks the robots
Akuma ———————————————- Bear
Horse ———————————————- Horse
Wolfman ——————————————– Werewolf
Alexislex —————————————— Animal lover
Soap ———————————————– Fat girl that no one wants to fuck



PLOT SYNOPSIS
The film opens with the marriage of Smiles, who is doing a Hula Dance, and Jay Pee, who is telling uncouth, horrendous racist jokes.  Pharmacy is there, dressed as a priest and has just downed 300 hydrocodone.  After a soliloquy and a musical number, Pharmacy marries JP and Smiles, only to have the Goon Squad kick open the doors, just as Jay Pee and Smiles begin to fuck at the altar.

The Goon Squad knocks over old ladies, punches some clergymen and William Deruiter threatens to fuck an altar boy.  A police man comes in, but he is shot by Billy, who joins William in killing Jay Pee, putting 500 bullets in his body, making Pepsi and Doritos pour out of him.  Horrified, Pharmacy collapses, while the Goon Squad tag teams Smiles.

Flash to Garcia sitting behind a desk, twirling his styling Mexican mafia mustache and glistening white teeth.  In front of him is Elijah and his gang of hot Asian women.  He tries to sell them to Garcia, but he has to test them all out first.  After getting their Skype IDs, Garcia fucks them all at once, while Elijah takes a moment to cum on one of them, for no reason whatsoever.

Just as Garcia is about to climax, the Goon Squad kicks open the door to his Mexican hostel, and puts 20 bullets into him.  William shouts, “Fuck this!  I’m running this shit now.  We’re taking over the world.”

Elijah responds, in mid-coitus, “Here, have my Asians.”

“Why thank you, says the 10 year old Billy, who is smoking a cigarette like a 1950’s husband.

Together, William and Billy concoct a plan to take over the world by unloading Garcia’s list of Skype contacts, which are actually the aliases of 1000 different IRBots; and are not actually women.

Flash to Corey sitting on his couch.  He is the hero of this story.  Unfortunately for this sloven, awful piece of shit, his ridiculously hot wife of questionable age is cheating on him.

Corey, who works for the FBI in secret, leaves to save the world and stop the terror of the robots, enabling Mellowmarz to sneak in through his window, having Corey’s girlfriend jump into his arms.  Within seconds, there’s anal and Corey’s girlfriend with the colored hair is nearly fucked to death.

In the meantime, Corey knocks on his partner’s door.  His partner is a rogue pervert named Joe.  No one knows his age; where he comes from; who he really is; or anything of substance.  He is a man of mystery, just with an obsession.

Corey peers inside his house, noticing pictures of Jade hanging everywhere.  There are pictures on Joe’s walls, above his toilet, his blankets have Jade’s face; even his underwear has Jade on them.  It creeps Corey out, but he still asks him to help save the world.

At that time, 1000 robots are now coming from the Goon Squad home-base.  DJ Jon opens the door and speaks out loud.  “Go free!  Hunt her down!  Then kill them all on behalf of the Gook Squad!  Errr… I mean the Goon Squad!”

Within seconds, Caitlyn comes running out, leading the army of IRBots.

“But first,” spouts DJ Jon, “you have to fuck my little Masturbaitlyn.”

“Wait, what?  I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Get to it; or I’ll be forced to turn on some Jay Z.”

“Oh fuck!” yells Caitlyn, who tries to runaway, but trips over a rock.  Suddenly, 1000 robots jump onto Caitlyn and begin ravaging her.  There’s robot cum; robot dicks, robot anal; robot lube; robot squirting.  After 45 minutes of fucking Caitlyn, the robots are finally deployed by DJ Jon, who frantically jerks off his 3 inch Asian cock, masturbating while scratching a record.

Joe and Corey take on the robots.  There are lasers.  Firefights.  Guns.  Death.  Robot arms are ripped out.  Even JC stumbles out of nowhere and asks to see a robot’s pussy, but he gets punched in the face.  After some time, Corey and Joe finally make it to the base of the Goon Squad, where the Asian girls are being fucked silly. 

At first, Corey becomes erect and says, “That’s hot,” but Joe shrugs his shoulders.

“Where’s Jade?” he asks.

“Shut the fuck up.  We have work to do.”

A final battle ensues, with “The Final Countdown” playing in the background.  Elijah runs out of the room, screaming, terrified at the fighting.  Joe is decapitated by William Deruiter.  Corey blows off Billy’s head with a shotgun.  However, he is blindsided by William Deruiter.

“I’ll remove you from my X-Box’s friends list, faggot,” says William.

“What the fuck?  I don’t own an X-Box.  Fuck yourself.”

Corey flinches, just as William is about to pull the trigger and put an end to him.  Fortunately, a blunt-smoking Doug knocks over a wall, punches William in the face, calls him a faggot, ties him to his car and drags him 500 miles.  The world is saved and the Asians belong to Coreyowned now. 

After some Asian fucking, Corey’s heart gives out.  He collapses to the ground, unable to stand.  He takes his last breath.  His eyes close an watch as his friends escape from the island, being driven on a plane by pilot, Frank Lapidus.

FADE OUT.

Epilogue:
The world is a safe and happy place.  There are no evil robots.  No dastardly Goon Squad.   Animals frolic around.  There’s Akuma the muscular bear, the horse and that faggot who wears a wolf mast.  They are all prancing around, happy as can be… and then Alexislex stumbles into the scene.

“I love animals!  I love everything!  I love life!”

The film ends with the animals fucking Alexislex, who is on her knees, receiving Akuma’s big bear cock in her ass; the horse’s 12 inch cock in her vagina and the wolfman is jerking off onto her face.

The end.

…or is it?

After the credits roll, DJ Jon is shown over Caitlyn’s corpse, crying.

“No!  This was not supposed to happen!  There will be revenge!  I will have my revenge!”

Pulling out his 800 dollar ipad, DJ Jon rings up a good friend.

Fade out.

Fade in to a Florida prison.  There are transsexuals walking around.  …A lot of them.  There’s a lot of chanting, cursing, hooting and hollering.  Wait, this isn’t a prison, this is someone’s house.  There’s an oven, a fridge and that awful chair.

The phone rings.  A hand reaches out to answer it, showing off his brand new tattoo, which he got inspiration from by seeing The Rock’s new tattoo.

“What’s good, dawg?”

Dozer is back.  Pan out to reveal 2 fat girls blowing his mule.  Fade out for the final time.

Masterpiece!

No More Distractions

Okay, its no secret. This blog is no longer relevant. Digtial Distractions went away to be forgotten.Thanks for taking the time to check in here as most of you often do though every few months so here is some 411 yo!  Every reunion (attempt)  felt like a more diluted one. A cheap attempt by those who need this chat shyte for their social entertainment purposes. You can’t recreate magic. If you try to force it you are raping nostalgia. You get a shit knockoff wanting to be something special but you cheat yourself. Its like someone who cops some trendy product at a flea market and attempts to convince themselves and others its as good as the real thing. Stop cheating yourself and get a grip on reality! Look forward to the future and bring your knowledge with but don’t look back. I had some awesome times with a lot of you and some of you will remain life long friends. At that point in my life I needed and could afford to chit-chat away for hours. I was wealthy on time and the only thing that kept me away was sleep. We had some good times, but those times are gone now. I’m amazed by how many people still reach out to me asking when am I going to bring the chat back. The answer is idk. It won’t ever be DigitalDistractions again though. In all honestly the 5/5/15 thing was a joke. I didn’t expect so many people to message me on WhatsApp asking what time should they be in the room. I’m done with the chat-room game. I’m most certainly not done with the Intehwebz. One day I’ll go into a complete rant and tell all on a different platform explaining my disgust with TinyChat, or rather the corpse of TC so much information I could just rant out now on so many different things but I think its better heard than read. I’m not sure if any of you give 2 fucks or not but I will return in some capacity to the webz on 7/7/17. I hope to see most of you there in someway. #DigitalDiss no more distractions. -OatisB1

This broad summed up the misery I call my life- one big rejection. Looking back, what a fuckin tragedy the earlier fetus version of me made it to the next stage, avoiding miscarriage. When does all this self-inflicted bullshit end? When is enough...
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This broad summed up the misery I call my life- one big rejection. Looking back, what a fuckin tragedy the earlier fetus version of me made it to the next stage, avoiding miscarriage.

When does all this self-inflicted bullshit end? When is enough enough? When will I man-up, take responsibility, make better choices, and proceed to live this life the right way? At the rate I’m going, there is no light; heck, there’s not even a tunnel to have light at the end of. Should I just kill myself? It’s a reasonable question any creature with a neocortex should ask themselves. When I really think about it, however, I wouldn’t be able to muster the courage to off myself because I’m a big fat pussy, plain and simple. My level of narcissism wouldn’t authorize the suicide. I couldn’t do it anyways, and give all those that despise me the pleasure. I rather suffer and live to tell about my pathetic livelihood than slit my fucking throat.

I suddenly did not spawn this morbid ideation because of my latest arrest. The contrary- I’ve had these existential thoughts lingering my numbskull since I dawned into this pointless world. It’s just that now I really feel this to be my true core. I am what I am; and what I am is a despicable creature who wants to die. Sure, maybe I should just sue the military, but then again I’ve had this demented outlook on life since the beginning. Nonetheless, I can brutally honestly say that the military triggered something nasty in me; and ever since then this demon has snowballed to the point of no return.

Last night it was proven just how reckless I can get with yet another round of self-defeating shenanigans. In a nutshell, I went to the bar, met up with a buddy, and got toasted. After about five drinks, I go inside the restaurant and tell these two babes my buddy wants to buy them a shot. Then I dragged my buddy inside and said fuck it, “I was the one, ladies. I was the one who’s going to buy y'all the shots.” I can go into detail, but you get the picture- I finally manned up, basically spooning with two hot babes hours on end. I was THAT guy: mister confidence. The twist here is I got so drunk I forgot to get their number (and my buddy told me they offered to take me home but I was like drunk and got lost from our group). So the one time I actually fail to get rejected, life rejects me from another angle. Sloppy work I must say. Born to be rejected, with my tail tucked between my urine-soaked legs.

It gets even worse, though. As I was walking home I get arrested for burglary. I don’t remember any of it, but, according to the report, I was drunk trying to open some dudes’ door at 2 AM. Apparently the police were looking for a meth head a block away on the same street. The odds I tell ya. Toasted drunk, shirtless, roaming around in some dudes yard; his dog barking at me; and even after he threatened to shoot me, the message didn’t register. The twilight had me zoned. Next thing I know, I check into a lovely police car, “this is one of them cases of wrong place wrong time, brother.” Then I was interviewed by two amateur detectives of the early early morning shift. I straight up cussed them out, “I didn’t fucking do anything. I was just trying to walk home from the bar. Why would I break into a house when I have my own house? The one time I don’t drive drunk I get penalized. How ironic.” Then they kept going down typical “forensic file” bullshit line of questioning, even showing me a mugshot of the meth head, suggesting we were connected and that I was his lookout for a burglary. Apparently they tazed mr. meth head because he boogey-jumped at the cops from a bush, all strung out. Then I straight up lose it, “I DID NOT DO ANYTHING FUCKING WRONG. BOOK ME OR GET MY FUCKIN LAWYER.” Big fucking mistake. They overcharged me with a felony 2 burglary. If anything, it should’ve been public intoxication and/or trespassing. Fucking beautiful. To be honest, I’ve done a lot of bad stuff in my life, but here is karma fucking me in the ass with a rusty screw driver. I usually laugh at people who act victimized by the police, but not today. FUCK THE POE LEECE. I’m moving to Ferguson. Word up.

Even my mother hung up on me today, “YOU’RE BAD PERSON.” Rejected by my own mother, for crying out loud. This is all just getting a little too much for me to handle lately. For sure, I can put myself in better situations in life, but the latest arrest was completely preventable and just plain stupid with this type of charge, which is going to cost me money. The one time I don’t get rejected at the bar, I end up in jail. Go figure. Then as I was released from jail, there was some chick sitting in the lobby big-eying me because I was shirtless. Good thing I bulked up this month. It sure finally paid off when this chick accepted rather than rejected me with her eyes. All my life the validation I’ve been seeking came at the least opportune time. BAH

So here I am, sitting, contemplating, yet again. Do I keep trudging through life, attempting to forge a resilience to future rejection? Nah. Let’s be frank here- I’m nothing more than a rejected loser spewing a pity party. All I ever really wanted nowadays was to live a consistent, semi-healthy life. A decent girlfriend with a nice, juicy pussy; a pussy that I want my cock to be exclusive to. Is that so much to ask? Clearly so since I tend to make the simplest things difficult. Plus, no decent girl would put up with me after the facade crumbles to make way for my nasty true colors. BAM.

So the wahhh wahh saga to my downfall continues, and I’m fully aware of it. This train is destined to keep crashing. I travel only one direction; first class ticket to hell. A part of me likes this. A part of me wants to put the final nail in the chapter I call my life, maybe save my son the torment/embarrassment.

Seriously, though, I just love the hunt far too much to give in and let my emo side reign supreme. Even though I didn’t get those babes’ numbers, I do remember making plans with them to hang out next Saturday at the same bar. BOO YAH

Furthermore, what would you slimebuckets do without me churning out masterpieces after masterpiece at the expense of my life? Take up knitting or scrapbooking? BLEH

These two broads sum up my dating life within the last year. As you can see, I have the immature tendency to draw women into my emotional dungeon, that, at first, appeared promising and full of life. However, as soon as I snorted the cocaine from...
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These two broads sum up my dating life within the last year. As you can see, I have the immature tendency to draw women into my emotional dungeon, that, at first, appeared promising and full of life. However, as soon as I snorted the cocaine from...
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These two broads sum up my dating life within the last year. As you can see, I have the immature tendency to draw women into my emotional dungeon, that, at first, appeared promising and full of life. However, as soon as I snorted the cocaine from...
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These two broads sum up my dating life within the last year. As you can see, I have the immature tendency to draw women into my emotional dungeon, that, at first, appeared promising and full of life. However, as soon as I snorted the cocaine from their proverbial vaginas, I really had no use for them until my narcissistic supply ran low. A year ago I repeated this cycle full-throttle until I smashed myself into the ground. Now- be it that I literally suffocated a life’s worth of brain cells through hardcore drug use, and be it that I’ve been a week sober, regaining some receptor-functionality in the rational centers of my brain- I have come to the conclusion that I am tired of spinning plates, keeping my success rate high only because of the laws of probability.

I have become too aware to continue down this path of romantic self-destruction. Though, keep in mind, this does not mean I should adjust my mannerisms to an about-face, thus rendering myself a faggot “nice guy.” So, don’t get me wrong, because there is absolutely nothing wrong summoning the hunter within, then lining up as many bitches so you can hire the best employee, metaphorically speaking, to fill the vacancy of your heart’s corporation. This is useful to a point- the likes which call for further delicate investment. After said point it’s foolish to remain ice cold with your attentions/intentions. Let’s say you’re ice fishing in Greenland and you got the motherfuckin’ fish fluttering it’s stupid tail as soon as you pull it out of water, it’s not in your best interest to toss it on the grill the same night. The idea is to pull a few fishys out, then bring them back home to nurture in a deluxe Petsmart aquarium, maybe even dangle a few sparkly coral therein to provide a calmer environment. The take home message: don’t spread thin and gobble bitches in one bite; rather, nurture a select few for quality nurturing. That’s love for ya, baby.

As for my pitiful existence, is it not a shame that most women only loved the idea of me. Is it not a shame they could only focus on the potential of the fling rather than the reality. The reality is that you need to let go and accept the death of fantasy. This generation, especially those braindead E! channel viewing skanks, with their misguided attitudes toward relationships, set up an inevitable domino effect, shaping great dudes into the x-generation ritual of worshipping pussy. Dependency is the opiate of the lesser man, and I am beyond that.

So, yet again, here I sit on a lovely Friday night, contemplating my sobriety, pulling my head out of my ass. Time to make way for the new, but with non-desperate intentions. In retrospect, the desperate intentions had driven me to treat women like absolute shit to fill a narcissistic need that could never be met. Truth is, if you’re going to treat women like shit, at least make it your own choice and not a choiceless act driven by insecurity.

Saturday I spent the day bored. I wanted to drink so bad. Christina thinks I’m just using her as a fuck buddy. Lauren thinks I’m narcissistic/nuts, plus she’s going through hard times medically and is nowhere near ready to date. I want none of that...
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Saturday I spent the day bored. I wanted to drink so bad. Christina thinks I’m just using her as a fuck buddy. Lauren thinks I’m narcissistic/nuts, plus she’s going through hard times medically and is nowhere near ready to date. I want none of that because she’s moody and not very friendly.

So today is Sunday and I had one hell of an adventure. I met this wacky, 50 year old Korean dude named Miles in rehab a week ago. Along with another dude named Ed, we head out to this blondies’ house deep into the ghetto. I volunteered to help my buddy Miles move her “girlfriends” furniture because I am that fucking bored with sobriety. Apparently Miles has known her for awhile because they use to be neighbors. Oh yeah, also, he use to buy drugs from her. Not to mention that her boyfriend just went to jail for stealing a toolbox, which explains why the rent hasn’t been paid.

When we arrive, there’s this older dude loading up his truck. His story is that he buys speed from her among many other illegal substances. Though he’s glad we brought the muscle (my muscles) to help out. The blondie, Jessica, and this brunette, Jill, are in the bedroom putting stuff in boxes. I whisper to Ed, “these broads look nothing like their facebook pictures you showed me yesterday. They’re disgusting with acne all over their faces.” Anywho, we proceed to load up the furniture into the bed of the truck. These bitches are hungover and are rude as fuck. I see a syringe on the fuckin floor, so miles grabs it, nods at me, then tosses it into the trash. All in all, we stack the bed of the truck like jenga. As we were lifting the dresser up, a drawer falls out and Jessica’s unwashed panties rain onto Ed’s face.

Us 4 dudes, the fantastic 4, take the load to her storage unit to unload. The others take stuff they think they can sell, “you want that metal detector? take it. she’s not going to know.” When we get back to the house, the dude with the truck is arguing on the phone about money, and how he has 5 kids to feed. He pressures Jessica to give her some gas money. Ed goes around the house, looking for metal to scrap. Miles and I are helping box up stuff in the bedroom. Miles asks Jill, “are you Jessica’s sister? you kinda look alike.” I laugh, “Jessica has blond hair; she has black!” Miles strikes back with, “ah ha! scoping her out I see.” Jill gently blushes, “he’s not scoping me out, no way.” Under my breath I, “damn right.”

Anyways, the meth head truck guy and Jessica take the grill and turkey roaster to sell, while Miles and I decide to hit up the gas station. My buddy Ed decided to stay back to help Jill wash dishes LOL. Apparently Jill owes Jessica for drugs, hence why she’s up this early doing Jessica’s dishes.

On the way to the gas station I tell Miles that this skank is using you because you have a car and because you do things for her without question. You need to step up and take that well-earned pussy. Anyone can grab a ticket to get in line, but you need to claim your baggage too! She even knows she owes you that pussy. It’s well overdo. I can see it. Look at that dude who brought that truck, he claimed his luggage, applied pressure, and got gas money. Don’t let her use you. Don’t be a chump.

We hit up the gas station so I can get my second energy drink of the day. If you must know, I got 5 spicy breaded wings to go as well. Miles gets a call then tells me “the crazies in town are now just getting up from their high last night. get ready!” So we pick up some junkie at this sleezball motel. Her name is Jessica, Jessica 2 we call her. She’s a disgusting slut, but I can tell she had her day to shine until this drug shit sucked the life out of her. She asks if the car is registered and if Miles has insurance. This upstanding citizen has 4 warrants out for her arrest.

The ride to the destination is projected to be 30 minutes. We all shoot the shit. Jessica 2 firmly states, “that bitch Jessica needs to give up that pussy already, Miles, you do so much for her.” lol.

When we arrive to not only the ghetto, but the ghetto of the ghetto. This broad gets out the car, gives the black guy dealer money. Black guy comes back out and hands her $90 worth of dilaudid. We drive back to drop her off at the hotel. I’m pretty sure you’ve all seen something like this go down in various movies before. No need to go through all the details here. However, what they don’t show in the movies is the driver, Miles, getting 20 bucks just to drive the addict to make a pickup. And they definitely don’t show Miles buying me my third energy drink at the gas station :)

As we get back to the house to meet up with Ed and Jessica, Miles and I go around the side of the house to take a piss. In the process, we both step in dog shit. We go to the back to try to scrape it off. I have a lot of tread under my boots and can’t get the dog shit off. The dog has dog shit and bugs living on him. While Miles is struggling with the hose, I go to the bathroom, grab a towel and try to wipe it out. It’s not getting it all! I go to the living room, grab a pen and do better, but still not good enough! In the bathroom I grab Jessica’s tooth brush, brush the tread under running water and, wala, all fucking gone! I then put the toothbrush back exactly where I found it lol.

Later Miles and I leave again to head to his storage unit to get new shoes because he can’t get the shit out. Ed insisted that he stay back. Miles informed me about what went down. Apparently during our last trip, Ed made a move for Jessica. Jessica told Miles that she’s going to be moving in with Ed. So after about 2 hours of meeting Jessica, Ed insisted that she move in with him when he gets his apartment next week lol. Miles was in total shock that Ed had no manners nor the respect for him. I point at sneaky’s bar and grill, “That’s Ed’s place.” “We should go to the dollar store and buy them a wedding present.” The jokes kept flowing out of me, and believe me they were so very funny. Heh.

We pick up this other dude at a hotel, and he was black. I was scared at first because he had the presence of dr. dre. He question marks Miles, “I didn’t know there was going to be a passenger.” Miles vibes “ah don’t worry about him he’s cool.” So I was trying to be cool now, but I froze up because I was thinking too much. I wanted to put my arm out the window to make it seem I was calm and relaxed, but I didn’t have it in me. So I just cuddled my hands together and stayed quiet. Miles started telling the black guy about Ed stealing his girl. This is when my arm went out the window to surf the breeze. I made some funny jokes again, returning to the comfort zone.

We pull up into some gated community, park, then let the black guy out. Ten minutes later some heavyset black woman invites us into her home. We reluctantly follow. I was so nervous. I’ve never been raped. Anywho, she has one condition- we take off our shoes. Miles’ shoes still has shit on it, and we forget to get his other pair out of the storage unit. This heavyset broad has OCD. Her place is spotless. The black guy is there, and we’re all just shooting the shit, waiting for the drugs. This lady won’t shut up, but she’s cool and I feel bad for her how lonely she is. The drugs are outside; the lady retrieves them. 5 minutes later we leave (Miles leaves his leather jacket there by accident). The black dude makes us stop at checkers. At this point I’m starting to develop a headache.

Later we pick up Jessica and Ed behind the biff burger. Jessica wants to drive. She looks tense. Apparently they had their own little adventure while we were gone. She got a call that there was a warrant out for her arrest and that the cops were on their way there now. She was charged with accessory to her boyfriend’s crime. Ed and Jessica went out the back, meeting us at the biff burger. Then she ends up driving us to Jill’s place. She disappears for 20 minutes. I tell Miles to go fucking get her and to take me back. I’m not staying out ‘til curfew, wasting my entire day. She comes back lit the fuck up. A new wobble in her drive. We hit up Walgreens because she wants me to get her sudafed. Her quota for the month has exceeded the milligram limit. We went to 2 different walgreens and walmart. It’s Sunday, which means the pharmacy is closed. Ed pets his headache and thanks me for cutting this adventure short.

When I get back, this broad in rehab, Elise, pressures me to tell her what happened and why no one answered their phones. All I told her was that Jessica is moving in with Ed. lol. She impulsively calls up Ed, “you said my dogs could move in with you next week. I don’t want no crack whore around my dogs!” Then she comes up to me, “what does this Jessica bitch look like!”

An hour later I talk with Miles outside. He tells me that he’s done with Jessica and is going to break up with her lol. She wanted to get more dees after they dropped us off, with no appreciation for miles, thinking the world revolves around her. She was yelling at him, threatening to start walking, but Miles calmed her down, then tried to explain that’s why every night at this time you have nothing but shit to deal with. You’re not even sure of where you’re staying tonight. All in all, he drops her off at her sisters, sighing “that’s it” with this bitch.

Just now Elise knocked on my door, giving me her leftover Chinese food, talking about how Ed hasn’t had any pussy in years. I tell her to buy him a pocket pussy. She says maybe but he’s going to think of me when he uses it. Then she starts twirling her hair, “I know they say you’re not suppose to date anyone while in rehab……” My mind goes blank as I contemplate sobriety and whether or not I should throw out this Chinese food.