Why do I got to always notice stuff like that? Now my nice normal rage at Robbie switches over to feeling bad for his pitiful ass. Robbie grins this big fake ass grin and so I have to grin him a fake ass grin back and both a us know the whole things a bunch of fake ass bull but now both a us are committed to it. Doesnt that make me the same kind a pussy Robbie is? Or worse? I dont know, man, its a real puzzling dilemma.

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Robbie claps his hands and announces real loud that supermilk is back on the menu. Midget hears that and her eyes bug and she checks with me to see if its true, if all a us are gonna get our supermilks at last. What do you expect me to say? Im her brother and shes hopping around in her dirty green sweaties looking hopeful as hell and showing me her gap ass missing teeth. So, yeah, I nod my head. Sure, little sister, everyones getting supermilks, that event is definitely occurring. Midge wiggles her butt all excited and I give Robbie a hard look, real hard, the hardest I got, cuz Im not gonna let him disappoint little sister anymore. Not today. Not on her Halloween. You feel me?

Phone Call 2

Phone Call 2

Midgets so excited she does a dance. She dances her ass around the whole trash ass crib. She doesnt even notice when Robbies phone starts to buzz. Fat boys face goes sick and he probably skids his drawers. I cant figure it. Robbie didnt act like a chump with his last dealer. But this dealer man has his fat ass shook. I half expect Robbie to pick up one a them expensive apples and smash the phone till its dead. Instead he whines <Why wont he leave me alone?> like its dealer man that called him for a package instead a verse visa.

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Proud a Robbie, though. He bears down and answers, he goes <Yeah, what?> and then his eyes go big like hes been punked and he sits his wide butt on the table right on top a the apples and razor blades and candies. He responds all perplexed. <Mrs Fullerton?>

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Back in the day when Moms was normal, she used to say some things are horses of a different color. Its a saying old folks say that means some sharkweek is different than other sharkweek. Well this horse here is colored different as hell. There isnt nobody in the whole world that gives a mightyduck about Robbie except this one nice old uppity up called Mrs Fullerton. Mrs F has a son and when Robbie was just a child he saved that sons life.

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