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Dec. 23rd, 2004 03:31 pmFor
kleenexwoman: Jay and Silent Bob, Squirrels. 100 words.
One of the most comforting things about Bob was that there was so much of him to hide behind.
“Fuckin’ squirrels with their fuckin’…-” he did a gesture that he’d picked up from a weird old British film, and Bob knew that without even looking at him, “pointy teeth… I swear that motherfucker’s following me. Kill it, kill it!”
Silent Bob went on placidly rolling the joint. It wouldn’t make Jay any less paranoid, but it’d make him a little quieter.
He rolled his eyes at the squirrel, and he swore the little rodent rolled its eyes back.
Good shit.
One of the most comforting things about Bob was that there was so much of him to hide behind.
“Fuckin’ squirrels with their fuckin’…-” he did a gesture that he’d picked up from a weird old British film, and Bob knew that without even looking at him, “pointy teeth… I swear that motherfucker’s following me. Kill it, kill it!”
Silent Bob went on placidly rolling the joint. It wouldn’t make Jay any less paranoid, but it’d make him a little quieter.
He rolled his eyes at the squirrel, and he swore the little rodent rolled its eyes back.
Good shit.