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!

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Now that is some serious David Blaine street magic shit.

Comments

[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.

[mistconduct]

You shut your goddamn mouth. Tig Trager is God's gift to gay dudes.

[tucky]

... I mean, he's kinda my type, he's just old.

[mistconduct]

Your face is old.

[tucky]

You sure? I get carded a lot.

[mistconduct]

Only because they're trying to find an excuse not to let a hag like you into bars.

[tucky]

Hey, that's not funny. I ain't a hag.

[mistconduct]

Oh come on. You're the wicked witch of West Virginia.

[tucky]

Fuck you. I mean it.

[mistconduct]

Christ, can't joke around with anyone around here..

[tucky]

No, it's just that some jokes ain't funny.