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Originally posted by Bad_Rich_Chic
Sounds like this could have been pulled off if they had a better cover story for the neighbors - like you're building a barn or something, and then complaining in town about how the concrete foundations are all fucked up and you and your buddies are fixing it.
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DS and Mr. enter rural hardware & building supply store in a cloud of hydroponic chronic
Clerk: Can I help you?
DS: . . . .
Mr: Yeah, we uh . . uh . . need some cement. Concrete. Stuff.
DS: We ran out. Of cement. We weren't literally "running." Isn't it funny that you say "ran out" when you mean you don't have any more? Huh.
Mr: Yeah, so, that foundation . . . whoo! What a mess. I mean, not because of anything we did or anything. It's just really, like, messed up. On its own. By itself. So we have to fix it.
DS: It's all fucked up.
Mr: (
turning red) Yeah . . . fucked . . . (
stifling uncontrollable laughter) totally.fucked.up! Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
DS: Bahahahahaha!!!! Fucked right the fucking fuck up! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!
Clerk: Cement's over there.
