So,
I heard from a dude from another dude from yet another dude that knows this chick and she said the Burnt Toast Diner was hiring.
I’m still iffy on whether this is some huge prank I am totally down for bringing in Sam and representing the glory that is Sam’s Comics… maybe even make a few extra sales for those Red Hulks and 9th Wonder comics that don’t ever really leave the shelves.
So check this out.
I’m at my shop, chilling with my homie, or just deviant useless friend in general, Frack and in pops these two Asian dudes and I’m like whoa Asians in Kansas.. I mean not the strangest thing to happen….
But, that wild Bigfoot still haunts me to this day and no one understands.
*cough*
Anyways they were all up the merchandise and I know that man these dudes are tripping and not in a sharing or good way, Frack shows me this lame to the mill comic with us on the cover, how the hell can he afford to get that done when he still owes me for pizza, but I digress.
I’m about to lay my pimp hand or shoe down over the counter but they got the plastic to back it up, or the tubby did anyways – he didn’t even notice how much I was charging him.
Who’s banking. Sam’s banking.
As I dream of my future mustache, the lil one wigs out and runs to the potty. I’m either thinking that dude is going to stop the toliet or just go mad in there. It has happened before and wasn’t pretty.
So I have to tell this dude, who I still don’t think is Hiro, to go save the world and all that shiz. Who is the real hero in all of this. Yea you got it, me.
And then he blinks out with a constipated look on his face and is gone.
Before I know it, this chick.
Yea that one.Oh Daphne.
And another Dude supposedly named Parkman show up. Daphne, I can understand she’s always been hot even with the metal legs… and we were cool and so together for like a week in grade school. She dug my hotness.
And yea I totally got that stare she was giving me with those wonky pouty lips…
Who still loves you Baby! I do, I have a global comic book chain. Both in Japan and Kansas. He’s got… well damn looks like he has her.
But if this is real and just not bad pizza, that means the dough boy cop is probably reading my thoughts. I should tell my wingmen to fetch the donuts.
But if that doesn’t work, it was still worth it, and I can still say.
Best. Day. Ever.
Feel free to share a glass of the bubbly with an old Dame!
I think Parkman has some serious competition 😉
Is Bigfoot accosting you right there?
Dame Petrelli, your cougar-ness can have whatever she pleases.
Daphne, Good to know.
Jon – yea the guy follows me around everywhere. Hard to fit him into a pinto or elevator sometimes.
Welcome,
I don’t read comics that much. Didn’t know that people still read them.
You’re cute in a short gingery sort of way. But I’d never date a comic book guy. Not after robo-alien boy.
Are you sure, Claire? I think I could change your mind.
I’d bag and tag you, but something tells me you’re not worth the time.
Sh#t a new stud in town. I don’t care. I’m still hot and on the road to the White House.
I think it will be ok, Nathan. Real women want powerful men. I don’t think he will hurt your street cred.