>but-
>before u sleep with the fishes and all, do me a solid? go
>find my crazed drunken dopehead mother please? thx bro!
>huggies!
>
>~enter unser, stage right~
>
>hey there gemma! u ok?
>*loudly plonks keys on the end table*
>
>((FORESHADOWING! © sutter))
>
>why no unser, i do believe i've got a case of the vapors. do
>be a dear and fetch me my pills?
>
>derp, duuh, okay! doot de doot de do!
>~exit gemma, stage right~
>
>thx for the escort, officer roosevelt. i think all will
>finally be well- don't u hear the 'everything is gonna be ok'
>music?
>
>indeed i do, tara, you're welcome! never mind the strange
>truck in the driveway, by all means, entre! i'll be outside
>chilling
>
>gemma: gotcha bitch! i'm not too drunk and high and old to
>drown your younger, stronger, sober ass in a sink fulla
>dishwater before i stab u with a giant fork! take that! and
>that!
>
>*whew*
>now that that's over, i think i'll sit here and wring my hands
>thusly, lady macbeth style, in case u all missed the grillion
>times my hubby has said soa is based on macbeth!
>
>((SHAKESPEARE, BABY! SHAKESPEARE! © sutter))
>
>~enter roosevelt, stage left~
>
>gemma! what have u done? not cool! but before i cuff u, allow
>me to monologue! u know u done fucked up, ri-
>*bang bang*
>argh!
>
>jax: one big happy rainbow are we! yellow, brown, white,
>green! oh, and we're totally cool with black, btw
>*ominous look at tig*
>*cut to tig's wtf? face*
>
>((FORESHADOWING! © sutter))
>
>robocop to saracen's mom the cajun chef hooker: why are we
>even here?
>saracen's mom the cajun chef hooker: *shrugs*
>
>~cut to juice~
>
>*cries, bro-hugs self*
>
>man, fuck this show
>
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>rosemary's babydaddy
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