Issue #73

[mistconduct]

Yeah, fuck this noise. Why do you guys get to have all the fun around here..


Ahem.


ATTENTION, BITCHES! The following wardens and inmates have been paired;

Chris and Mickey
Cassel and Omar
Sabretooth and fucking no one. He's terrible.



Files appear!

....

Now that is some serious David Blaine street magic shit.

Comments

[tucky]

... You ain't mad for real, right?

[mistconduct]

Do I look mad?

[tucky]

A... little bit?

[mistconduct]

I'm just fucking with you.

[tucky]

Okay.

You're a strange guy, you know that?

[mistconduct]

If by strange you mean fucking hot and good-looking, I agree.

[tucky]

You're only kinda good-looking.

[mistconduct]

Jealous? I'm gorgeous.

[tucky]

You got a nice face and all.

[mistconduct]

That's right. Soak it in.

[tucky]

Too cleaned-up for my tastes, though.

[mistconduct]

And you're a little too X-chromosome for my tastes. Sorry.

[tucky]

Well, I wasn't hitting on you or nothing.

[mistconduct]

Just appreciating my fine face like a museum piece, am I right?

[tucky]

No. If I was ranking guys on the Barge by looks, you'd be like... twelve. Maybe.

[mistconduct]

Twelve out of ten, right?

[tucky]

No, I mean, like-- you're not number one or number two or three or four, you're twelve. Maybe. That's just a guess, 'cause I don't go around ranking guys by looks most of the time.

[mistconduct]

Wow.

I'm gonna stop talking to you. Bruised my self-esteem.

[tucky]

I changed my mind; you're thirteen. Low self-esteem ain't attractive.

[mistconduct]

Fuck off, you're like forty-seven!

[tucky]

Maybe I used to be.

[mistconduct]

Forty-eight now. And dropping fast.

[tucky]

No way, I'm really sexy. Number five or something, probably.

[mistconduct]

Yeah, right after Tig Traeger. Please.

[tucky]

Tig ain't even that hot.