Tales From The Fish Joint with Old Skool Joe
- dndariusnorman30
- Apr 12, 2020
- 1 min read
Old Skool Joe: The one good thing about this quarantine is I don’t have to work at the Fish Joint on Easter. I can’t stand all those ashy feet ass bitches complaining. Like bitch you can’t even moisturize your feet, and you’re gonna tell me how to do my job.
Spaceman Jones: What exactly do you do again?
Old Skool Joe: I slang fish motherfucker! Come on man quit playing and pass the bud.
Spaceman Jones: I feel like you say that a lot. Is that like code for something?
Old Skool Joe: What do you mean? It’s fish. You sit down, you order fish, then we bring the motherfucker, real fucking simple. Shit you’ve been in there eating all the time. Matter of fact, how are you not fat?
Spaceman Jones: No I know what it is, but what do you do there? The only one I ever see working is Tubey.
Old Skool Joe: I wear many hats. I’m a host, entertainment director, quality control taste tester, and security. If it wasn’t for me Doris and the Red Hat Gang would skin Tubey alive.
Spaceman Jones: I can dig it. I just thought you smoked weed, and yelled at people.
Old Skool Joe: Excactly! In laments terms if you will.
Spaceman Jones: What?
Old Skool Joe: Huh? Happy Easter motherfucker! I don’t know if they celebrate that shit in space, but let’s roll up another blunt and watch some more 90 Day Fiance. I may not want to deal with trashy people today, but I sure like watching them on TV.
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