OOC: I got bored... I wanted to post an RP....... I wrote this strange piece of crap.... Close enough.


Ann Thraxx and Shana are seated in a car that's crapped out on a country road.

Fuck off..... Fuck you!

Hey, you can't blame me. That ain't fair.

Really, Shana? How could it be any more fair? You drove us to the middle of fucking nowhere and now we're outta gas.

Look. In my defense....................... ........... ........... .......... ............I forgot what I was saying. I'm too high.

Exactly, you imbred stoner! WE'RE both HERE.... Because you were so fucking high, you didn't know where you were going.

Sure I did!

That's why you sped around the block four times and then went five miles an hour out of town into the country. Despite my constant protest.

And still I maintain I knew where I was going.

Ann throws up her hands.

You're an idiot!

..............Ouch...... That... HURT........... I don't even remember how we got here!

Then how can you say tha--... Nevermind! Let me refresh your memory on it.......
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Earlier...

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

A very stoned Shana walks over and opens the door of her smokey apartment. She holds a desert eagle up to a startled Ann Thraxx's head.

Get out, pig!..... And don't come back.

No, Shana...... I am not a cop!

.......... Oh........... Ann?

Yes!.... ANN!.................. You can lower your gun, now.

Shana tosses the gun back over her shoulder, startling a cat that seems even higher than Shana. The cat dashes across the room, but doesn't make it far due to forgetting how to use its legs and dives facefirst into a set of drawers. Smoke pours out of the apartment's door and into the hallways of the complex. Ann looks up at the smoke and Shana grins.

Finally figured out how to hot box the whole apartment on my own.

So I see. Very good!.... Uhhhh.... I need a favor.

Instantly Shana places her hand out in a cupped position, provoking an exaggerated eye roll from Ann, who reaches deep into her pocket, pulls out a baggie of weed and hands it to Shana

Ahhhh...... What can I do for my very best friend?

Ann figures Shana's talking about the weed, but ignores that aspect and continues to explain her situation.

Basically, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing this week on Shove It. I'm facing some Jessie Diaz bitch and bluffed my way through pretending to know who the fuck she was. Could've been a fucking unicorn for all I fucking knew for fucks sakes.

Shana's busy staring up at the smoke rings she's blowing as Ann keeps ranting

And next minute, I catch wind that she's too busy to trash-talk me back!... Like, apparently it's just not possible "given what's going on for her right now"..... The fuck is that?...... I killed my pare--... Oh, fuck. I forgot about my parents. Guess I left them rotting in a warehouse... Just another reason I'm going to hell, I suppose... Anyway, my point is. What the hell could her situation be that she isn't able to talk shit to me? Come on! That's easy! Maybe someone stapled her mouth shut!?

Actually, I'm pretty su--

No, you're not sure about anything! Shut up, Shana!.... I need your help to find her and argue with her!

Ann....... Quite frankly, I'm high enough to think anything's a good idea....... But that's a bad idea. It doesn't make the blindest bit of sense!..... Why the he--

Because I'm bored and can't argue with myself!

So why do you nee--

Because I got pissed off and pushed my own car off the roof of a parking building, so I can't drive myself!

And how the hell is this not gonna--

Because... Ummmm... I actually don't know what you were gonna say.

How is this not gonna end up in either us being shot by gang members I owe money to, or stabbed to death with the sudden appearance of this Jessie chick who is busy getting high in a side alley!

......She is?

Ann....... I don't even know what I'm saying, or who Jessie Diaz is.

Oh...

SO!.... Let's help you get your girlfriend back.

She... I..... WHAT!?......... Ah, forget it. Let's go.

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Oh, I remember it all now!

Great!....... Not....... You still got us both stuck out in the middle of nowhere.

Because you got us shot at.

By gang members that have been after you since you faked your death.

I feel like we're not getting anywhere with this.

Probably not.

Should we just agree that this is just another tiring but insignificant journey in the grand scheme of things?

Sure.

Let's hitch-hike home.

This was pointless. I need weed. Now.

How come all the weird kinky stuff in the world reminds you people of me!?