the prisoners ending


she was all come over im scared.

i said im ubering tonights a huge night.

socksshe went but i hate the fireworks and my dog keeps barking and the gangs are on the street and im having a panic attack.

i was all its just little explosions in the sky, nothing bad happens.

she said maybe i didnt make myself clear: come. over. now.

i was having a great night. the rides were long, despite the traffic, all was good.

i had even eaten sushi for lunch where the waitresses were all

we never see you here in the daytime.

i said thats cuz i never come here in the daytime.

almost had too much food. salmon collar, rice, soup, mashed potatoes(!), broccoli.

one passenger even gave me concert tickets to the indio girls and joan baez.

i can come over on sunday.

she was all now. arent you in the xbi? isnt this what you people do? help people?

i laughed and told her im not in the xbi! thats all – why do you insist on believing the buttblog?

what do you want me to make.

i said, im full. seriously. so full.

she was all i’ll make brownies in those socks you like.

i said im watching my weight.

she said hurry up, i want to see the prisoner. we can watch the prisoners.

i nearly fell asleep. the brownies were good. and thats how i saw the prisoners.