Sad Animal Online

"if you're happy all the time, i don't wanna know you"

-poods

"Maybe I'll be an english teacher for japanese students, or some online free lancer, i don't know, it doesn't matter, i just feel this isn't for me"

says reese, simply filling in blanks by a rule of thumb, he really didn't know what his plans were, maybe he really had no plans to begin with, around this time, he simply wanted out.

"whatever floats your boat man, well, i guess we all wish you the best etc2 you know what we all say, besides i'll be out of here myself soon enough"

that was Adam, his first real pal in the job and a guy who could type real fast despite having six under developed fingers, all he had were his thumbs and pinky's but in the job they were in, all they needed were...

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"It was a tough job man, not just the time pressure, shift schedule, and usually lack of coordination between companies but the guilt man"

Reese was smoking a Mabloro Red wearing a matching worn out red checkered long sleeved polo shirt he left unbuttoned and shorts sitting in one corner of his trash littered apartment unit talking to Dr. Reid who was doing one hand stand push ups showcasing his 32pack abs to his friend by wearing only shorts

"oh yeah..."

That was Dr. Reid

"like i wanna help a guy out cause he kind and getting screwed over by some company but yknow, house rules man"

Reese was an ex-tech support/customer service representative

Now Dr. Reid was doing pushups with one of his pinky fingers, he had a calm look, he now had 64pack abs

"hell yeah"

Dr. Reid knew exactly what reese was talking about, Reese's smoking did not bother him one bit.

Now Reese was lying completely on the floor with empty cup noodles and cigarrette packs, random trash staring at a bottle of cooking oil and the peice of plastic he fucked the previous night.

"but honestly bro, the past two relationships were shit, the first one lost me my job, the next almost took my life, and this stupid girl who happens to be my... I feel like i just wanna die man" Reese was now talking with an infinite amount of smoke coming out with each word he uttered, his Mabloro was undying.

"Mushroom, Reese, you feel like you wanna die? That's the perfect time to eat the mushroom"

Dr. Reid was now doing push ups with his tongue, though he needed at least one toe to support on the wall for balance, it's not easy to balance a tongue stand, let alone push ups.

Reese had become a smoking pile of trash with sad eyes on the empty Missan cup noodles.

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Prior to all this Reese had a talk with Milk, which spawned something he wrote around the lines of "Last 4 da tym" or was it "For the last time" regardless thats another story which he hasn't finished yet btw, anyway, three months had passed since Reese and his long long time friend Dr. Reid had talked about hoes and mental institutions and about the god molecule, oh and a mushroom yea, now Reese was with a long long long mutual friend of theirs who was named Struggler369, he was intrested in learning how to get 128pack abs like Dr. Reid as well, altho he was fine starting with two.

"Reese are we strange for not talking about things like, having a plan on future jobs etc, or having a girlfriend or settling down, getting money or "success" or some shit?"