0094_Popcorn Dancer

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SHIT!

WHY DID I HAVE TO CALL HER, FIRST THING IN THE MORING, AND ASK ABOUT STACY?

THAT WAS SUCH A STUPID, BONEHEAD THING FOR ME TO DO.

I REALLY THOUGHT WE PULLED IT OFF LAST NIGHT.

NOW, I'M AFRAID I JUST FUCKED IT ALL UP!!!

OUR LITTLE CAPER WAS "FOILED BY FATE"  BUT...
I THINK YOU'RE BEING TOO HARD ON YOURSELF.

YOU JUST NEED TO BE A LITTLE BIT MORE PATIENT.

WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN.?!

AWW, C'MON...

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I SEEN YOU, IN FRONT OF THE MICROWAVE,
WISHING IT WOULD POP YOUR POPCORN FASTER?

THAT FIDGETY LITTLE DANCE YOU DO, DURING THOSE FEW MINUTES..?
IT'S SO ISANELY CUTE, IT REALLY TURNS ME ON.

THEY'RE MY FAVORITE RECORDINGS, I HAVE OF YOU ON MY PHONE.

YOU HAVE VIDEOS OF ME, "DANCING" IN FRONT OF THE MICROWAVE..?

I LIKE TO JERK-OFF TO THEM, WHEN I'M AWAY FROM YOU, ON BUSINESS.

HMMM...  NOPE!  BUT, NICE TRY, SWEET TALKER.
STILL, NO MORE SEX THIS MORNING.

AWWW...  PHOOEY..!

AW, POOP!

FUCKITY FUCK FUCK SHIT!

WHAT IF WE CONFESSED?

THAT WE PROMISED MISS "VIRGO VENUS", NOT TO TELL SHE'S HOT FOR STASI'S BODY?

IT'S CATCH 22.  WE PROMISED.

WE DIDN'T REALLY LIE TO STASI...  WE JUST KEPT A SECRET FROM HER.

NOW WE'RE IN A FINE MESS.

A RAZER BLADED BUZZSAW, WHIRLING ABOVE OUR HEAD.

WELL???

WELL WHAT???

WELL, WHAT THE HECK ARE WE GOING TO DO?

WELL, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I'M GOING TO LIGHT UP
THIS BLUNT AND GET GOOD AND BAKED.

HOW IS THAT GOING TO HELP?

WHEN THE STEEL HITS MY NECK, I'LL BE SMILING.

SO OUR FATE NOW DEPENDS ON WHAT STACY TELLS HER?

OUR FATE DEPENDS ON A SHY, SEXUALLY CONFUSED VIRGIN.

OY-VEY...

UM, CAN I HAVE SOME OF THAT?