11-28-2020, 01:17 AM
Rocco and Carlo are creeping through the parking lot. He's lookin' for the closest possible spot
so Carlo don't hafta walk so far, on accounta his knee. Thanks again, Rocco!
Rocco: "How many cocksucka's gotta be here right now?"
Carlo: "Tuesday's ain't usually dis busy. Is it welfare check day?"
Rocco: "Fuck you askin' me for?"
Carlo: "What about dat one?"
Rocco: "It's handicapped!"
Carlo: "Yeah, so?"
Rocco: "So I ain't got wunna does tags like you!"
Carlo: "But I could show 'em my knee. They'd see it's fuh shit."
Rocco: "Dat's not how it works and you know it."
Carlo: "Aay, dare's one, ova dare. Hurry, for some udda prick gets it!"
Rocco zooms over to the newly emptying spot. The car's reverse lights are on but they're not moving.
Rocco: "Fuck are dey doin?"
Carlo: "I dunno. You want me to go ask?"
Rocco: "Now why would you do dat?"
Carlo: "To see if they're movin'?"
Rocco: "We'll wait..."
And without time to think the car thrusts back and right into Rocco's front end. Oh, madon!
Rocco: "What the fuck!!"
Carlo: "Jeezus, this no drivin' prick!"
The car pulls back into the space and the driver gets out to meet a very upset Rocco.
Driver: "What the fuck pal??"
Rocco: "Hey, Mr. Magoo, you drivin' wit ya eyes closed??"
Driver: "I'm tryin' ta back out and you're up my ass like anal porn, fuck's a matta wit you?"
Rocco: "ME?? I'm waitin' patiently here and you come blastin' outta dare like ya mudda's cunt's on fire!"
Driver: "Fuck you say tuh me??"
It's getting slightly more involved now. Carlo gets out and joins in.
Carlo: "Rocky, take it easy, this prick ain't worth it."
Driver: "Who's dis fat fuck? Ya mudda?"
Rocco: "Aay, fuck you cocksucka, I'll knock all three of those teeth out!"
Now a security guard is coming over. This ought to be good.
SG: "What's goin' on here?"
Rocco: "I'll tell ya what, this motherless fuck backed into me and is trying to say it's MY fault!!"
Driver: "Muthafucka didn't give me enough room to get out! Stupid bastid!"
Rocco: "Eat a bag of dying dicks ya loser!"
SG: "Now just hold on! This parking lot is a 'use at your own risk' area. The company isn't responsible
for any damage to you or your property. So you're just gonna have to exchange details and let ya
insurance handle it."
Rocco stands there looking at the damage to his front end. Goddamn parkin' lots. Carlo walks over to
the man with his phone, getting his details. Rocco reaches into the glove box for his.
Carlo: "I got his info, now lemme give him yours."
Rocco: *holds the papers tight* "You saw dis whole thing, it was HIS fault!"
Carlo: "I know, but still, formalities."
Carlo takes the papers over to Mr. Backs Out Too Fast and in seconds, it's all over. Rocco then finds
a decent place to park and him and Carlo sit looking at the storefront as the sky begins to darken.
Rocco: "You still doin' this lasagna thing?"
Carlo: "We're here. May as well make the most of it."
Rocco: *sighs* "Fuckin' Tuesdays..."
They get out and walk into the store.
so Carlo don't hafta walk so far, on accounta his knee. Thanks again, Rocco!
Rocco: "How many cocksucka's gotta be here right now?"
Carlo: "Tuesday's ain't usually dis busy. Is it welfare check day?"
Rocco: "Fuck you askin' me for?"
Carlo: "What about dat one?"
Rocco: "It's handicapped!"
Carlo: "Yeah, so?"
Rocco: "So I ain't got wunna does tags like you!"
Carlo: "But I could show 'em my knee. They'd see it's fuh shit."
Rocco: "Dat's not how it works and you know it."
Carlo: "Aay, dare's one, ova dare. Hurry, for some udda prick gets it!"
Rocco zooms over to the newly emptying spot. The car's reverse lights are on but they're not moving.
Rocco: "Fuck are dey doin?"
Carlo: "I dunno. You want me to go ask?"
Rocco: "Now why would you do dat?"
Carlo: "To see if they're movin'?"
Rocco: "We'll wait..."
And without time to think the car thrusts back and right into Rocco's front end. Oh, madon!
Rocco: "What the fuck!!"
Carlo: "Jeezus, this no drivin' prick!"
The car pulls back into the space and the driver gets out to meet a very upset Rocco.
Driver: "What the fuck pal??"
Rocco: "Hey, Mr. Magoo, you drivin' wit ya eyes closed??"
Driver: "I'm tryin' ta back out and you're up my ass like anal porn, fuck's a matta wit you?"
Rocco: "ME?? I'm waitin' patiently here and you come blastin' outta dare like ya mudda's cunt's on fire!"
Driver: "Fuck you say tuh me??"
It's getting slightly more involved now. Carlo gets out and joins in.
Carlo: "Rocky, take it easy, this prick ain't worth it."
Driver: "Who's dis fat fuck? Ya mudda?"
Rocco: "Aay, fuck you cocksucka, I'll knock all three of those teeth out!"
Now a security guard is coming over. This ought to be good.
SG: "What's goin' on here?"
Rocco: "I'll tell ya what, this motherless fuck backed into me and is trying to say it's MY fault!!"
Driver: "Muthafucka didn't give me enough room to get out! Stupid bastid!"
Rocco: "Eat a bag of dying dicks ya loser!"
SG: "Now just hold on! This parking lot is a 'use at your own risk' area. The company isn't responsible
for any damage to you or your property. So you're just gonna have to exchange details and let ya
insurance handle it."
Rocco stands there looking at the damage to his front end. Goddamn parkin' lots. Carlo walks over to
the man with his phone, getting his details. Rocco reaches into the glove box for his.
Carlo: "I got his info, now lemme give him yours."
Rocco: *holds the papers tight* "You saw dis whole thing, it was HIS fault!"
Carlo: "I know, but still, formalities."
Carlo takes the papers over to Mr. Backs Out Too Fast and in seconds, it's all over. Rocco then finds
a decent place to park and him and Carlo sit looking at the storefront as the sky begins to darken.
Rocco: "You still doin' this lasagna thing?"
Carlo: "We're here. May as well make the most of it."
Rocco: *sighs* "Fuckin' Tuesdays..."
They get out and walk into the store.
