The Stories of Saint Bruno’s
It was dark morning. The heavy clouds prevented the distinctive line between night and day to lighten the moods of the performers. The beer tank had not been refilled and no one seemed to care. I don’t know how some of these poor fuckers can play, much less win, a battle of the bands when the beer tank is empty. Right from that moment, I know it was just going to be a fucking ridiculous day. I was not worried however, as I am Saint Bruno, and these are the stories of my life.
I was checking through the garbage pail for money, when I heard McDonald’s and The Doctor viciously fighting about something a few pews over. I abanded my worthless scrounge through the rubbish, and I went and scooted into the pew with them to see what they were gaggling about. The Doctor was reading aloud from some bullshit tabloid he found in his office earier, and McDonald’s was just honestly laughing after every fucking single word he said. I started trying to be laughing at the same time as McDonald’s. I tried to match his exact pitch and volume. I tried to become the cynical dishonestly laughing version of him. The lying little sister that can’t fucking do anything right. Of course he didn’t notice. The doctor Didn’t notice either. What a bunch of shit-mouthed clit-dicks they were.
I got up, and went back to the garbage can. Then….. all of the suddenly….I noticed that someone had 27 flaming cups of beer in their arms as they drove past me. SOMEONE MUST OF REFILLED THE BEER TANK!!! I abandoned all hope of everything and darted towards the beer tank with the delicate wanting eyes of Frodo Baggins.
To Be Continued……..
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