What's Wrong Muffin?

[Marxist]

originally posted by KillerMuffin for some odd, non-sequitor of a reason Marxist is a porn agent. He says that he's a sales rep, but he uses that to go out to scout for potential superstuds. Don't let him put you off, he likes a man whose persistent. You'll need to send him proof that you are what you say you are and that you can do what you say you can do. Big dicks with fucking abilities are a dime a dozen in the business. Producers want a guy with charisma, determination, and one that gives good head. Casting couch and all that. Marxist is known for his ability to deliver.

Umm...Muffin, I still love you, but we've got to work this thing out, OK?

 

[Marxist]

First post beyond all others.

Dorks.

 

[hatara]

Marxist I have to admit I do love that avatar.

 

[Marxist]

Marxist I have to admit I do love that avatar.

Me like yours better.

 

[Private Vasquez]

Maybe she has the hots for ya. You should feel honored.

 

[Marxist]

KillerMuffin and I used to be lovers, but I'm not going to give in to her emotional blackmail.

 

[alexandraaah]

Hey Marxist.

How are ya?

 

[Marxist]

Marginal Alex, truly marginal.

But who knows, you're either living or dying, you can't do both. I'll take the living option.

 

[alexandraaah]

Eh, that update is bleak.

Lemme know if you want to chat.

I'll like show you my tits or something.

I tried emailing you too.

 

[patient1]

Hand gestures, Draaah, I want gestures to go with "eh"!

 

[hatara]

Me like yours better.

Why thank you sweety!

 

[Marxist]

Well I won't be home for another day. I'm using a borrowed computah.

I reposessed my web-cam so we can stare blankly at each other and scratch our heads in unison.

It'll be fun.

 

[alexandraaah]

Scratching my head is a promise.

Patient1- there's so much more to the "eh" than a mere hand gesture. There's a slight lip curl, a somewhat scrunched nose, a raised left eyebrow...and of course, the hand...sometimes both.

One word takes a lot out of me.

 

[Private Vasquez]

My nipple itches.

What is it, exactly, that Marxist delivers?

 

[patient1]

What?
No shoulder?

 

[Marxist]

I work on parts farther south than that irritated titty.

 

[Private Vasquez]

You mean like Guadalajara?

 

[alexandraaah]

What?
No shoulder?

Ah shit, I forgot about the half-shrug.

Eh.

 

[Marxist]

You mean like Guadalajara?

Yeah, I work in the La Leche de Pussy district.

 

[Private Vasquez]

sweeeet!

What kinda stuff do you do there?

 

[Marxist]

sweeeet!

What kinda stuff do you do there?

I dispense cream for the cottage cheese and try to prevent future Lupes, Manuels, and Jorges from emerging without the permission of the pussy's proprietor.

 

[Private Vasquez]

Oh, so you're a milkman.

Is the money good, though? Pesos aren't exactly worth a lot.

 

[Marxist]

Money is moot. I do it for the freebies.



Where else are you going to get a pinata filled with queso?

 

[Private Vasquez]

Depending on the queso, not a whole lot of places.

Some queso is better than others, so it's a tough call.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Umm...Muffin, I still love you, but we've got to work this thing out, OK?

But, but, but my information is usually impeccable. Scotty, who has me on ignore anyway, will be so disappointed.

We should meet and work this out, you're so right. I vote the Circle K quickie mart for a slurpee and beef jerky lunch. You don't mind if I call you Bill? I realize that odds are that you're taller than me, but I've always wanted to say, "Strange things are afoot at the Circle K."