Operation Rusticate

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Rusty and Cate try their least to hash it all out.

Dah!? Episode 1 was too fucking short for Rusty's likin's so he tries to get some traction in this second episode as he tries to forget about how fucking short the first episode was. Unofficial, though present, shout outs to Matt's ElRanchy  Rest or Rant on South Laymer in Atistin Teehorse, (That's how the says Texass downs in these here parts), or something like that. And also to the Clap out to St. Recents, or St. Rejects, or something like that, School and the funny people that we got to see act out their fantasies right in front of our own eyes cus we had no choice, cus we got front row centre chairs. BTW, the chair made my back feel like it had a carnisinous tuber growing on it. That made me dig around in my linty pocket for a for Selibricks pill. I found it, then dropped it, and had to fumble in the dark, trying not to get too close to the asses of the Christian Chillins sitting on the floor in front of us. Anyhow, I found the dusty mojo, popped it dry and proceeded to watch the show. It was great. I couldn't keep my eyes off the actors, had no choice, except for when I couldn't keep my lids from drooping over me balls. I thinks I may have narcissistolopsy, or something like that, just like what one of the actors had. Everyone thought was dead and moydoyed. I knew he wasn't dead. Maybe people think I'm dead too. I'm not, just sleeping, but one day I'l probably be dead. Until then, I'll just be taking a nap, so don't be calling no cops so fast!

Thinking about pennies.