#aint nothing more personal than talking about your daddy/mommy issues
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ayyshenaynay · 2 years ago
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punkscowardschampions · 3 years ago
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Joe & Ronnie
Joe: [Enough time later that you might think you’ll not hear from him again, realistically like a day or two but given what you did it’d seem like longer/regret and dip ‘cos ya should but we know that ain’t it]
Joe: you spent Charlie’s modelling money yet
Ronnie: long gone baby like you
Ronnie: if you were after a cut shouldve taken it sooner
Joe: nah, it’s yours
Joe: his but sounds like he enjoyed himself, by her account
Joe: no need to ask what you spent it on
Ronnie: but you wanna hear my account yeah
Ronnie: thats what this is
Joe: do you think that’s what this is
Ronnie: youre not taking up space in my head mckenna
Joe: and not in your diary, as you pointed out up top
Joe: busy busy yeah
Ronnie: i werent asked to audition to be a doss student cunt 💔
Ronnie: & the one he brought back didnt fancy me enough to ask me to join in either
Ronnie: busy getting out their way
Joe: leave it a couple years you’ll be a mature student and they ask less questions
Joe: how rude
Joe: after you told him about your massive cock and everything? 💔
Ronnie: go ed and dig me up when youve graduated then
Ronnie: 3s a crowd when 2 of em are scousers & the others from fuck knows where didnt have you to translate or the horse for scale
Joe: after an invite? Sure thing, sis
Joe: not Kent then, gutted
Ronnie: less questions you said put your ? away gobshite
Ronnie: not england but i aint a skinhead who cares so hes as alive as dorothy ever leaves em
Joe: people love that though
Joe: black EDL members and asian conservatives, such a laugh for ‘em
Ronnie: too late to go back and put the boot in now he ll have been shown the door & it wasnt me getting a name or number
Joe: his loss all ‘round then, I get it
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: alright, so I need linking
Ronnie: you got cash or you selling yourself
Joe: I’ve got cash, just not the contact
Ronnie: hand it over ill pick up for you
Joe: you think i’m that green
Ronnie: what colour do you reckon you are
Joe: you’ve got no prejudice, apparently, so what’s it matter
Joe: [picture of some of the multi-coloured bruises you acquired]
Ronnie: he was a pussy & you want me to connect you to people who aint
Ronnie: youre an easy target
Joe: you wanna pocket my money yourself instead, I get it
Joe: you can have a % of the shit, alright
Joe: not asking you to do it for nothing
Ronnie: thats all theyd do when you show up with your baby face and habit
Ronnie: ill take your money & still have it pocketed cos i dont need student loans to score no shit are you asking me to do it for nothing
Joe: what you gonna give me to keep hold of ‘til you give me mine
Ronnie: add an arm to your collection what do i care
Joe: yeah, what do ya
Ronnie: you want a easy pick up get a schoolboy plug i dont know any
Ronnie: i care about money youre ready to waste
Joe: that’s part of the appeal
Joe: why get it in a safe, nearly legitimate way
Joe: half the fun, eh, alright, alright
Joe: do it then, I don’t know no fucker else I can ask yet, I’ve gambled on worse
Ronnie: i just wanna get it thats the fun
Ronnie: get into a fight with whoever the fuck you like whenever for a pissing contest
Joe: you wanna start one ‘fore I’ve given you the cash and you’ve given me mine?
Joe: that’s blatant bullshit
Ronnie: you wish
Ronnie: save your childish excitement for the phone call home like
Joe: nah, you’re full of shit that it’s not just as much about the company and authentic experience
Joe: there’s plenty dealers that are nowt but businessmen
Joe: nothing but a transaction and they’ll sell to a junkie and city banker as one in the same
Joe: don’t act like you don’t have a deathwish or what was the point of taking me there and showing me
Ronnie: where the fuck am i meeting buisinessmen or getting the cash to pay em
Ronnie: dont be fucking rem
Joe: everyone’s stupid enough to wanna get their dick sucked over cold hard cash every other deal, no matter how presentable or legit they play
Ronnie: ive got the links ive got
Joe: fine
Joe: where you wanna do this then
Ronnie: whats your problem
Ronnie: [but a location anyway]
Joe: what’s mine
Joe: thought we’d covered that in length or are you less convinced now
Ronnie: convinced youve got fuck all to cry about
Joe: obviously
Joe: definitely bother with you if that were true
Ronnie: you wanted a big sister im doing all the hand holding
Joe: I never did and I still don’t
Joe: but you carrying on with the pretence if it makes you feel better
Ronnie: i didnt come to you or ask for fuck all to make me better
Joe: yeah you’re blameless
Joe: all in my fucked up head and not yours
Joe: what’s it like being an 👼🏼
Ronnie: i already told you you aint in my head & you werent in my veins for long enough to get fucking soft about it
Joe: i’ll be there in [however long that’d take you]
Ronnie: boss
Joe: you sound like them, you know
Ronnie: i dunno who the fuck youre talking about
Joe: the rest of the fam, of course
Joe: glad to see that the level of chatting bollocks to make yourself feel better is genetic, s’not depressing at all
Ronnie: that still dont clear fuck all up for me except that youre a bigger cunt than i thought
Joe: you don’t think about me
Joe: and none of that shit happened, your memory loss and confusion extends to that, don’t worry
Ronnie: you like me but you still compare me to em every chance you get
Ronnie: fuck you
Joe: yeah, fuck me
Joe: like you haven’t just
Joe: forget it, actually forget it
Ronnie: youre as full of shit as you reckon I am
Ronnie: forget that its been ages & youre speaking up now cause you want something
Joe: i haven’t been able to flick my brain onto anything else, never mind shut it down, I haven’t slept or eat or done anything to take me away from it, you
Joe: and it meant nothing to you
Joe: fuck you
Ronnie: gear not me
Ronnie: theres the authentic experience you were going on about
Joe: no
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: this is what I mean
Joe: you know as well as I do what it was
Joe: why are you fucking lying and saying I am
Ronnie: im a junkie all i do is lie & nothing else means anything to me
Ronnie: youre worse than green if you dont fucking know that
Joe: you’re lying that it meant nothing
Joe: not lying that it did
Joe: even if it made you fucking sick, that isn’t nothing and I don’t believe you
Ronnie: dont believe me i dont care who the fuck are you
Joe: your brother
Ronnie: youre nothing
Joe: yeah right
Ronnie: the dealer means more
Joe: already pointed out you’re that much of a cliche
Ronnie: what we can’t both be a cliche take it then
Joe: never heard that one
Ronnie: nows your chance to make a final comparison between me & whatever family member you hate or are turned on by the most
Joe: final chance, alright then, sound even more stupid
Ronnie: sound like more of a pussy that youre kicking off over this but not gonna fuck off
Joe: why would I?
Joe: i’m not pretending that it weren’t a thing
Ronnie: nah youre pretending it was
Ronnie: whoever the fuck ever told you youre special is the liar here like
Joe: your mate don’t count, you ain’t done that before either so fuck off with your jaded routine
Ronnie: hes my brother when & where it counts
Joe: there’s no blood and no reason not to go there, that’s where it counts
Ronnie: if i wanted to fuck you too your ma wouldnt stop me she means even less than you
Joe: yeah
Joe: you and your life aren’t totally fucked because of how much you care
Ronnie: you dont know shit about me or my life
Joe: you wish
Ronnie: you dont
Joe: or do you, actually
Joe: you shove it in everyone’s face, what do you reckon everyone thinks
Ronnie: youve seen a few scars & now youve seen into my soul yeah
Ronnie: shut the fuck up for all you know i lived a couple of doors down from you for your whole bullshit childhood
Joe: you look like that and reckon it doesn’t scream mommy issues? Fuck off, you aren’t that dumb
Ronnie: fuck you
Ronnie: everything you do is pure about her
Joe: not everything but I can admit she contributed
Ronnie: shes the 1st bitch to fuck me over but not the only is the difference between us
Ronnie: that unwanted bullshit was a pattern
Joe: you don’t know me either
Ronnie: i know you had a set of parents who kept hold of you however fucking west you were
Ronnie: no cunt was calling you racist shit or trying to touch you up
Joe: you’ve got a monopoly on fucked then, got it
Ronnie: like fuck have i but mine dont start & stop at mommy dearest how you think
Joe: of course it doesn’t
Joe: neither does mine
Ronnie: stop acting like youre an expert on how and why my head is wrecked and i wont have to kick yours in
Joe: you started it
Joe: but that’s good with me
Ronnie: get over yourself mckenna
Ronnie: you like what i start
Joe: i prefer the other night
Ronnie: yeah i like when youre getting punched in the face too
Joe: you can do the honours in a bit
Joe: fuck healing, yeah
Ronnie: what did your girlfriend say
Joe: oh, I got mugged and her dad’s gonna get her some pepper spray and a rape alarm 👍
Ronnie: hot
Ronnie: but she ll have dreamt you fell off the horse only got the single fantasy in her
Joe: that her dad’s so responsible and caring? would be her #2 if she had the range
Ronnie: if hes delivering that shit in person let me know so i can start something with him
Joe: oh god
Joe: that reminds me
Joe: She wants to invite Charlie over for like, a dinner party or something
Ronnie: if her daddy is there hes gonna need that rape alarm back off her to fend off mary
Joe: 😂
Joe: idk if she’s that oblivious and now wants Charlie to fuck her, or she thinks he’s my only mate 🙄
Ronnie: shes over you baby i scared her off
Joe: or she thought you was gonna ask for a line 😏
Joe: if that’s true I’ll owe you, again
Ronnie: ket hook up
Joe: you think she’ll let her love be in pain on your behalf?
Joe: not likely
Ronnie: not gonna ask politely
Joe: hot
Joe: I was gonna hit you up sooner
Joe: I tried to find you after
Ronnie: you didnt try hard
Joe: I only had one eye, by that point
Ronnie: im an attention whore with screaming mommy issues cant make it no easier to spot me in a crowd
Joe: in that crowd?
Joe: or will you be pissy if I call you dime a dozen
Ronnie: still got the accent as my own personal rape alarm
Joe: where’d you go then
Ronnie: youre a tourist theres no point telling you
Joe: if you left with that lad, no need to go over the details, got the picture
Ronnie: why the fuck would i leave with him
Joe: you mean you weren’t in his pants for his benefit
Joe: careful, getting bit close to honesty
Ronnie: i mean to go where i dont need a horse or an en suite
Ronnie: youre a hopeless romantic like
Joe: that’s a new complaint, I’ll tell my exes
Joe: deffo their fault after-all, buzzing
Ronnie: how many are there
Joe: get less slut-shaming off Soph, cheek
Joe: I dunno, I had to keep it moving because of all the secret mommy issues, you know
Joe: I’ll do a tally
Ronnie: its not already carved into your arm no wonder theyre pissy at you
Joe: if that worked for any of ‘em they could come back from the ex thing
Joe: 💔
Ronnie: try her initials whatever the fuck they are in between dinner party courses and win her back
Joe: you should come
Ronnie: id be made up if she pepper sprays me
Joe: it’d be the only way this won’t be the worst evening ever
Ronnie: loads of ways to take out your other eye ill pass you a spoon
Joe: give a go doing my A-Z carving with it too
Joe: 🤞 she invites her twink classmate and you can try for your threesome
Ronnie: she’ll get in there before us cause youll have distracted me with the state of your cackhanded 💘 carving
Joe: can’t say I’d be sorry
Ronnie: you catholics invented anal but i reckon its overrated
Joe: you’d probably feel different if that’s where your g-spot was but can’t say I disagree with that either, not that that’s anything too deep to have in common so we’re fine
Joe: and raised strictly un-catholic so the pope can’t have a go
Ronnie: nah no cunt would find it if it was there either
Joe: 💔 baby
Ronnie: you mean it
Joe: yeah
Joe: which bit, though
Ronnie: my invite to the shitshow
Joe: ‘course
Joe: if it’s shit, you’ll only have yourself to blame for not livening it up enough
Joe: and I will have to kill myself if I have to be there sincerely
Ronnie: he knows about you
Ronnie: might wanna kill yourself if he opens his mouth
Joe: oh
Joe: so I’m gonna have to act all nice and respectful, yeah
Ronnie: if you wanna make me sound full of shit
Joe: what did you say?
Ronnie: told him i shot you he werent best pleased about it but youre not his brother so fuck all he can do
Joe: sweet
Joe: still not gonna fuck him though
Ronnie: hed get your g spot for you 🍒
Joe: not if he’s worried about my innocence
Ronnie: hes worried about my head getting wrecked not yours only bitch who is
Joe: you’ll have to tell him what you told me
Joe: I ain’t in there
Ronnie: you fairies bring everything back to your obsession with your mothers course hes no fucking exception
Ronnie: & cos i stole my file when i was a kid he thinks i give a shit too you were part of the happy 🏡 picture he was getting in a flap about but i tore through that 🌈 optimism with the 💉
Ronnie: you can have lively
Joe: better he knows than goes on about it
Joe: it’s far from 🌈☀️ even if you were up for it
Ronnie: every soft lad but him knows its ⛈ if not outright 🌨
Joe: when I started looking, if you were like them, I weren’t even gonna bother to talk to you
Joe: just give her the info and let her do it herself
Joe: but I knew you weren’t
Ronnie: told you youd have liked me at 9
Joe: 😏 yeah yeah
Ronnie: shed have bailed before scrolling that far back even with the pure messy sketchy shit kept off for the sake of dorothys cv
Joe: idk,she bangs on about her own glory days as ‘precaution’ enough
Joe: probably dead proud
Ronnie: raincheck on dinner i gotta go slit my throat after hearing that like
Joe: yeah, it’s real fun
Joe: far as starters go though, you’re welcome
Ronnie: cos you owe me go ed & drag my corpse there dress it up like horse girl and send her that info so i dont make her proud yeah
Joe: gotcha
Joe: the fibres sending Soph down are an unfortunate side-affect or added bonus, depending how you feel
Ronnie: dressing like a dyke art teacher is shady to my mourners hed have loved having me on the team
Joe: sure she wants to be buried in her jodhpurs, like
Joe: not gay but kink-adjacent, he’ll be alright
Ronnie: inside the horse youll have to hollow it out for her
Joe: poor horse not ready to be made into glue but there we go
Ronnie: but when youre ready to follow me to the grave only need a plastic bag
Joe: follow you anywhere, or whatever sounds good in a song
Ronnie: not had a little brother like that before
Ronnie: never know the mime is behind you or not
Joe: he shy or you cut his tongue out altogether
Ronnie: saving that for you cos i know how you feel about 🍒 & theres fuck all else left
Ronnie: hed never get attention whore out or mommy issues w & m forget it
Joe: I can feel the slutshame
Joe: there hasn’t been hundreds, come on
Joe: you were being weird, I needed to get you talking, it worked
Ronnie: how many then
Joe: I guess 6 total, not counting anyone before like 15 because that isn’t real, maybe 7 but we might be pushing the term girlfriend there
Ronnie: 💘 how many songs
Joe: not destined for the bin? Fuck all
Joe: cliche points off the charts though
Ronnie: i know youve seen the busking vids hes still got posted up that im in i cant say shit
Joe: you’re good
Joe: even when you have to go Top40 for the tips
Joe: class thing about the cello, looks more pitiful ‘cos the case is massive, people try to fill it, like
Ronnie: soz im not killing myself fast enough for you
Ronnie: miss me with your schoolboy cliches 🖕
Joe: don’t worry, the songs were ‘insert name here’ jobs if they were anything
Joe: don’t wanna sound like I’m singing about a 75 year old bloke, do I
Ronnie: if itd been changed you wouldnt have found me shit at stalking as you are songwriting like
Joe: you’ve already got your own song anyway, don’t be greedy
Ronnie: ill keep you some 🐴 if youre not
Ronnie: 1st thing i tried if you do wanna follow after us
Joe: trip down memory lane we can both handle
Joe: ‘course
Ronnie: dont have any exes itll have to do
Joe: prefer the ket
Ronnie: write a song about it
Joe: [blatantly will in a pisstake way]
Ronnie: k gonna be dead easy to carve with the spoon can do it rattling
Joe: your faith in my abilities is appreciated
Ronnie: youre not fucking here youll have to
Joe: just got out the station hold on
Ronnie: fuck telling me to hold on you hurry up
Joe: if you shut up I can run
Ronnie: can you
Joe: fuck off i’m not that unfit 😂
Ronnie: nah dead fit far as homos and horse girls reckon
Joe: lucky me
Ronnie: youve had 7 bitches no cunts gonna feel sorry for you
Joe: all various shades of boring though
Ronnie: no shit
Joe: so you’re saying you ain’t gutted for me? 💔
Ronnie: your virginity sob story is like me in that crowd of cunts you couldnt find your way through
Joe: Christ, don’t remind me, first and last time I ever went near a virgin
Ronnie: theyre all older than you itd be pathetic well as boring
Joe: exactly
Joe: too much hassle having to worry about them, destroys any point of doing it
Ronnie: gotta put their kids in the cupboard as is
Joe: fortune in gaffa tape, like
Ronnie: still not 💔 mckenna going on about how flush you are since i met you
Joe: amazing how far you can stretch the loans when you steal Soph’s food and do fuck all that ain’t necessary
Joe: not like I actually dated any sugar mommies
Joe: should’ve, clearly but carefree 18-25s are easiest actually
Ronnie: gears necessary now youre gonna have to start stealing more than her pasta shapes
Joe: you’re my manager now, are you 😏
Joe: there’s shit I can do, music gigs, it’s fine
Ronnie: fine for your baby habit
Ronnie: it wont last
Joe: alright doom and gloom
Joe: not gonna learn how to cover my teeth yet
Ronnie: fuck off & fuck you
Joe: i’m here so come say it to my face
Ronnie: youre not better than me cos you can nod through a cello practice
Joe: where’d I say I was
Ronnie: when you said how fucking functional you are
Joe: I didn’t, I said I could get cash, that’s all
Ronnie: so can i its not the fucking point
Joe: and I didn’t say you couldn’t so what’s yours
Ronnie: youre not a fucking kid at the pool if youre gonna pussy out cos the waters too cold fucking do it
Joe: I’m in and you know that
Joe: so let me in
Ronnie: bullshit are you
Ronnie: youre proud of yourself for treading water
Joe: you’ve got the plug, I’ve got the cash, what is the problem with that
Joe: it’s an equalizer, if anything
Ronnie: we ll never be equal
Ronnie: you can cover your arm run off to class & pick up another boring girl whenever the fuck you like
Joe: what do you want me to do, seriously
Joe: say it
Ronnie: stop talking
Ronnie: fucks sake
Joe: [Show up hun]
Ronnie: [I love the idea that they have to wait around for ages for this dealer in awkward silence haha]
Joe: [the casual tension]
Ronnie: [god knows what she’s gonna use to ease the tension with a lil bit o self harm because god knows where they even are, I worry about you and all the infections you would get gal]
Joe: [the casual one-upmanship until you’re interrupted]
Ronnie: [we know she’s not paying him in cash and we know why she’s not please don’t get into another fight Joseph]
Joe: [got to let that one go as she was specifically like you’re not better than me, probably fuck off whilst that happens ‘cos not gonna stick about]
Ronnie: [take your heroin and calm down huns]
Joe: [hope you take enough to pass out ‘cos you’re not gonna be in any sort of mood now either of ya lol]
Ronnie: [we’ll do you both that favour]
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