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December 29, 2002
"DRINKS?" growled Bartender.

"Whisky," replied Bean.

"And you?" Bartender sneered.

"Carrot juice," Lynch stammered.

"DON'T GOT THAT!"

"Milk then, please."

Bartender snorted, left.

Bean glared at Lynch. "You a fag?'

"Fag?" Lynch asked.

"Butt-bandit, fudgepacker, HOMOSEXUAL."

"Oh," replied Lynch. "Impossible. I'm not anatomically correct."

"Wha?!" exclaimed Bean, "got no dick?"

"Correct," said Lynch, "Neither do you, BeanBoy."

"Yeah, but I can climb into dirt and make thousands of Beans. Ain't some fuckless ragdoll like you."

The bartender returned with the drinks.

Lynch sipping said, "So basically you fuck dirt.'

Bean growled,

then hesitated.

"Yeah," he agreed,

"I basically fuck dirt."