* DIALS JACK *
JACK: Hey, what's up?
ME: What the fuck man? You're bullshitting me.
JACK: What?
ME: Bitch, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You're leaving?
JACK: ...Yea.
ME: Bitch why? Iz u crazy? Iz u cray cray?
JACK: What do you mean why? I'm tired of the same crap. I've been asking Gustavo for my transfer for months, and he finally gave in.
ME: Oh so he gives into your transfer but he doesn't let you do anal? Yea, okay....
JACK: What?
ME: Why didn't you tell me man?
JACK: Cause you wouldn't believe it. Remember all those times I told you I would leave, and you said I didn't have the balls to leave? Well buh-bye bitch.
ME: No, I meant, why didn't you tell me before I decided to return?
JACK: Oh...cause I needed to make sure the store had at least one cook who shows up to work. Last thing I want is to leave the store in the hands of a sexual deviant from Guatemala or the bleach assassin.
ME: Well if you're leaving, than I have no other option...
JACK: What? You want to leave too?
ME: Hell yea. Last time I remember, we made a pinky promise saying if one of us left the store, the other would leave too. How come you don't remember that huh?
JACK: Really guy? Not this shit aga-
ME: I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS? I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSER THAN TRUMP AND PUTIN, OR KANYE AND JAY Z, OR AT LEAST A BIT MORE CLOSER THAN LINDSEY LOHAN AND A BOTTLE OF WINE.
JACK: Psstt....reall-
ME: Real friends...how many of us? How many honest? I cannot blame you for having an angle...
JACK: Oh not the Kanye West man.
ME: * Sniff *
JACK: Are you...are you crying!?
ME: ...Nooooooo.
JACK: Okay then, so like I was sayi-
ME: Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a manager so heartless....
JACK: Cut the Kanye crap man. No can you to respond to me in a normal way, without using any Kanye lyrics?
ME: ...
JACK: I'm leaving. Are you leavi-
ME: If I should stay...I would only be in your way...so I'll go but I know...
I'll think of you every step of the way...and IIIIIIII... WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOUUUU
JACK: I'm done. Bye.
ME: Wait, seriously... Man can you at least take me with you? Shit I don't want to be left behind with Heather or Londrell. Last I thing I want is for Londrell to ask me if I want to have a threesome with him and Charlie.
JACK: Eh...I'll think about it man. I'll let you know soon.
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The Shift Of Brando
UmorismoIt's time to clock out, once and for all. Join me, for one last time in the definitive journal of the cardboard chicken saga. From new faces, to familiar problems, to frustration and redemption, the Shift Of Brando promises you to take you on a unfo...