I’d really like to make a smart-ass comment, but this is just sad.
One of these people will be dead in a year.
It’s Dina who’ll be dead within a year. Look—she already has Xes over her eyes.
Ooh, like in The Omen with the priest and the spire!
Lindsay was the first on my dead pool the last two years running…she’s been a colossal disappointment to me.
You ought to be able to apply for a Keith Richards exemption. After sufficient time to prove qualification, the fact Zombies play by different rules should be acknowledged.
Fish, I swear you’re using the chauffeur from Striptease as the basis for that last bit. And I’m ashamed that I know that.
“I love you… You’re my meal ticket”
“…and I love you. You’re not just my mom, you’re also my dealer and my enabler”
The awkward moment when you realise that Dina is your best parent.
“Oh, sweetie, I know it’s hard. Write mommy a check, and then we’ll get coked up to our eyeballs and fist-fight a random in some club. You know that makes you feel better.”
“Ssshh, don’t worry, everything is going to work out… Look, I’ve still got 42 bucks and I’m pretty sure that Tanqueray is on sale at Rite Aid this week.”
Time to make that porno movie Lindsay.
You had to know this would bring Dina out from under her rock.
I’m actually starting to feel a little sorry for Lindsay.
Oh No! What will Lindsay do? Drug dealers don’t work on credit.
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