Which one of you did I go to the DEX with last night? Fess up fuckers, cause one of you left me floating in R-space without my pants.
At first, I didnâ€™t even know I was awake, there was light inside of my head and I couldnâ€™t make it dark. Then I realized that my eyes were open and I was staring out a window too drunk to move my head. My roll had worn down, though I had that freaky hungry feeling, the one where you want to eat mountains of citrus. I had my piece and my wad – still there, score one for the Socket – but I couldnâ€™t find my hi-glo pants, which had just begun to conform perfectly to the shape of my ass. I was sitting in a pile of wet plastic without my pants. Imagine my excitement.
I donâ€™t know what it feels like for Fucksticks, but a Socket can always tell if sheâ€™s had sex the morning after. Itâ€™s a relaxed ache that says that, yes; you got yourself good and fucked. That particular feeling convinced me that I had probably discarded my pants in the meat pile last night.
My Piece was warm from resting on my crotch all night. Guess what? The safety was off. I could have blown off my vag off in the middle of the fucking night and I would have been streaming to you from the hospital getting replacement parts.
I was feeling so shitty that I sucked the rest of my wad to relax. So Iâ€™m smoking, letting the hangover fumes do their work and Iâ€™m thinking, what did I do last night, did I swing Trans or Fuckstick? Or god forbid, another Socket. Iâ€™m usually Fuckstick, but I end up with Trans every time Iâ€™m drunk or rolling. Why canâ€™t I just meet a Trans when Iâ€™m sober, so that I can actually remember talking to them? Lizzie would say that itâ€™s because I donâ€™t want a real relationship, and that Fucksticks are just so easy to go through, like popping Animines. Personally I think Trans like me better when Iâ€™m stupid.
Iâ€™ve got a throbbing headache and Iâ€™m thinking about drinking again when this Fuckstick walks up to me and asks for a puff of my wad. I tell him to fuck off, and he starts spazing, flailing his limbs around making me nervous. I had to shoot the fucker. Course, this wakes up all the other shits passed out on the floor and weâ€™ve all got to clear out before the medic d-rots arrive and report an illegal gathering. I still donâ€™t have my pants, so I’ve got to take the pants off the guy who I just shot, who acts like a total dipshit until he passes out.
Some people just can’t take lead.
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