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Tales From The Fish Joint

  • dndariusnorman30
  • Apr 27, 2020
  • 1 min read
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Old Skool Joe: Shit is crazy right now, like motherfuckers are worse during the apocalypse. Also I didn’t see one damn zombie.

Spaceman Jones: It’s not a zombie apocalypse though.

Old Skool Joe: Then why the fuck are we on quarantine!

Spaceman Jones:  The corona virus…remember?

Old Skool Joe: I don’t know about all that. The only thing I know, is if you drive all the way across town to yell about fish in the zombie apocalypse, then lady you are a dumb ass.

Spaceman Jones: Don’t worry, those are usually the people that get eaten first.

Old Skool Joe: For real! Boy I really wanted to Neegan a couple of those motherfuckers.

Spaceman Jones: Here man take a hit of this. It will mellow you out.

Old Skool Joe: Thanks homie. I feel better. What were we talking about again?

Spaceman Jones: Zombies.

Old Skool Joe: What about zombies? If they do come you know Wal-Mart is gonna be open for sure.

Spaceman Jones: What about the Fish Joint?

Old Skool Joe: Shit, Doris is for sure gonna be in there smashing fish sandwiches. She just doesn’t give a fuck. That’s why I never shake her hand.

Spaceman Jones:  Every time I come in there she is hugging you. She’s a sweet old lady and she  loves you.

Old Skool Joe: Those aren’t hugs motherfucker, she is trying to choke me out! It’s just fucked up. It’s like my biggest dream came true and it’s been taken away from me. All she cares about is making money, and stuffing her fat face. Fucking zombies.

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