Post by Joe Magnet on Sept 2, 2015 18:00:00 GMT -5
Joe's NJ Apartment
July 28th - 8am
Joe turns on his television and the news is the first thing on.
"24-year-old Allison Martin was killed yesterday night by a drunk driver. The suspect has been charged with Driving Under Intoxication and Involuntary Manslaughter. He claims Martin was on her cell phone when he hit. More details to come."
Joe: What the sh*t!?
This is insane. I just saw her yesterday and, she's dead?
Of course right when I begin talking to her again she f*cking dies.
She F*CKING DIES.
Everybody always f*cking dies.
Joe, with tears forming in his eyes, continues his day by making some breakfast. Pork Roll and a glass of OJ.
I-
He begins crying, but still attempts to finish his sentence.
I f*cking love OJ.
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Just about a month passes.
Joe's NJ Apartment
August 21st - 10am
Joe: Fun. Another loss last night. Ain't that spec-f*cking-tactular? I need to work out more; and harder.
No I don't. That's stupid. I work pretty hard. Joey Raid doesn't seem to think so, but Joey Raid isn't Joe Magnet. Joe Magnet is f*cking thug.
Nailed it.
His phone begins to ring.
Joe: Sh*t.
Joe: Mom, I don't need a therapist.
Joe's Mom: Joseph your friend died, and I read online that you lost that stupid wrestling thing again last night. I hate that you're doing this, you know that. Go see a therapist. You're depressed. I know you are. I can sense it.
My mom's psychic now? Wow. The world is changing.
Joe: Mom I'm not depressed. I'm totally fine. Stop bothering me.
It's true. I'm not upset. Like not at all.
Seriously like zero percent.
Joe's Mom: You know you're father wou-
Joe quickly hangs up.
Why does she always bring up Dad? Jesus Christ she thinks I'm depressed? She's insane. She's always gets on my f*cking nerves. She doesn't like what I do, she doesn't like how I talk, and she always has to bring up Dad. Of course she does, right? She always needs to bring him up. Maybe because she wants me to feel bad for, as she says, "disrespecting his legacy."
I mean he was a doctor, not a f*cking astronaut, or the President. But she always has to bring him up and sometimes I just want to kill her.
Just get in my car, and drive through her house window, and kill her.
I'm right in this situation.
I've gotta be right.
I am right.
Right?!
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BJ's Wholesale Club
August 21st - 12:30pm
Joe: Ah sh*t there's no more Tyson Chicken Nuggets? Damn it!
Guy: I'm sorry, did you say something?
Joe: Bsh uh..no..uh..yeah I was just complaining that they ran out of protein powder. You know, gotta beef up.
Guy: You know you're in the the 'frozen meals' isle, right?
Joe: Whaaaaaaaaa?
Nah I totally knew.
I got out of that isle as fast as possible. What a prick.
Alright alright. Milk. Milk milk milk milk milk. I neeeeeeeeeeed milk.
Joe: You can't be f*cking serious.
Joey Raid: Nice loss last night man. I bet it's all that lifting you do. Must really help you in the ring.
Joe: Why are you in New Jersey?
Joey Raid: Shut up. Why don't you stop being a b*tch?
Joe: What the f*ck are you talking about?
What the f*ck is he talking about?
Joey Raid: Get out of my way.
Joey Raid walks away.
Joe: Seriously how the sh*t does he keep finding me? Jesus Christ. Next time, I'll just have to punch him in the mouth.
I'm so cool.
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Joe's NJ Apartment
August 26th - 2:10pm
Joe: Joe Magnet vs Jon Gotch. A match where we both have to apparently "prove ourselves." That's absurd. I don't need to prove myself. I mean yeah, I'm 0-2 but that's just a number. Or two numbers. Whatever.
Joe: Siri, Google, Jon Gotch.
Siri: Searching Google for Jon Gotch.
Siri: No results for, Jon Gotch.
Joe: Sh*t well that's a little embarrassing. Now that I think about it, I haven't even seen Jon Gotch in person. His last show was right before my first. And I'm pretty sure he's injured. Or was injured.
Who the f*ck is this guy?
After scrolling the pages in Google, Joe finds something.
Joe: Ah here we go. Lucky Wikipedia.
Joe begins reading out loud, but in gibber-ish with only few words decipherable.
Joe: heeeeweerrre Jon Gotch uhhhhh born in Poland ummmm no dad.
Joe: Sh*t that's just like me!
Joe continues reading.
Joe: Hmmmmm.
Joe: He ran away from home? What a p*ssy! And he's from Poland? That's kinda rad.
I had a friend from Poland. Kuba was his name, or at least what we called him. Jakub was his actual name. He always pissed me off too.
Joe: Well, that's enough reading for today. I need a f*cking nap.
Or seven.
July 28th - 8am
Joe turns on his television and the news is the first thing on.
"24-year-old Allison Martin was killed yesterday night by a drunk driver. The suspect has been charged with Driving Under Intoxication and Involuntary Manslaughter. He claims Martin was on her cell phone when he hit. More details to come."
Joe: What the sh*t!?
This is insane. I just saw her yesterday and, she's dead?
Of course right when I begin talking to her again she f*cking dies.
She F*CKING DIES.
Everybody always f*cking dies.
Joe, with tears forming in his eyes, continues his day by making some breakfast. Pork Roll and a glass of OJ.
I-
He begins crying, but still attempts to finish his sentence.
I f*cking love OJ.
_________________________________
Just about a month passes.
Joe's NJ Apartment
August 21st - 10am
Joe: Fun. Another loss last night. Ain't that spec-f*cking-tactular? I need to work out more; and harder.
No I don't. That's stupid. I work pretty hard. Joey Raid doesn't seem to think so, but Joey Raid isn't Joe Magnet. Joe Magnet is f*cking thug.
Nailed it.
His phone begins to ring.
Joe: Sh*t.
Joe: Mom, I don't need a therapist.
Joe's Mom: Joseph your friend died, and I read online that you lost that stupid wrestling thing again last night. I hate that you're doing this, you know that. Go see a therapist. You're depressed. I know you are. I can sense it.
My mom's psychic now? Wow. The world is changing.
Joe: Mom I'm not depressed. I'm totally fine. Stop bothering me.
It's true. I'm not upset. Like not at all.
Seriously like zero percent.
Joe's Mom: You know you're father wou-
Joe quickly hangs up.
Why does she always bring up Dad? Jesus Christ she thinks I'm depressed? She's insane. She's always gets on my f*cking nerves. She doesn't like what I do, she doesn't like how I talk, and she always has to bring up Dad. Of course she does, right? She always needs to bring him up. Maybe because she wants me to feel bad for, as she says, "disrespecting his legacy."
I mean he was a doctor, not a f*cking astronaut, or the President. But she always has to bring him up and sometimes I just want to kill her.
Just get in my car, and drive through her house window, and kill her.
I'm right in this situation.
I've gotta be right.
I am right.
Right?!
_________________________________
BJ's Wholesale Club
August 21st - 12:30pm
Joe: Ah sh*t there's no more Tyson Chicken Nuggets? Damn it!
Guy: I'm sorry, did you say something?
Joe: Bsh uh..no..uh..yeah I was just complaining that they ran out of protein powder. You know, gotta beef up.
Guy: You know you're in the the 'frozen meals' isle, right?
Joe: Whaaaaaaaaa?
Nah I totally knew.
I got out of that isle as fast as possible. What a prick.
Alright alright. Milk. Milk milk milk milk milk. I neeeeeeeeeeed milk.
Joe: You can't be f*cking serious.
Joey Raid: Nice loss last night man. I bet it's all that lifting you do. Must really help you in the ring.
Joe: Why are you in New Jersey?
Joey Raid: Shut up. Why don't you stop being a b*tch?
Joe: What the f*ck are you talking about?
What the f*ck is he talking about?
Joey Raid: Get out of my way.
Joey Raid walks away.
Joe: Seriously how the sh*t does he keep finding me? Jesus Christ. Next time, I'll just have to punch him in the mouth.
I'm so cool.
_________________________________
Joe's NJ Apartment
August 26th - 2:10pm
Joe: Joe Magnet vs Jon Gotch. A match where we both have to apparently "prove ourselves." That's absurd. I don't need to prove myself. I mean yeah, I'm 0-2 but that's just a number. Or two numbers. Whatever.
Joe: Siri, Google, Jon Gotch.
Siri: Searching Google for Jon Gotch.
Siri: No results for, Jon Gotch.
Joe: Sh*t well that's a little embarrassing. Now that I think about it, I haven't even seen Jon Gotch in person. His last show was right before my first. And I'm pretty sure he's injured. Or was injured.
Who the f*ck is this guy?
After scrolling the pages in Google, Joe finds something.
Joe: Ah here we go. Lucky Wikipedia.
Joe begins reading out loud, but in gibber-ish with only few words decipherable.
Joe: heeeeweerrre Jon Gotch uhhhhh born in Poland ummmm no dad.
Joe: Sh*t that's just like me!
Joe continues reading.
Joe: Hmmmmm.
Joe: He ran away from home? What a p*ssy! And he's from Poland? That's kinda rad.
I had a friend from Poland. Kuba was his name, or at least what we called him. Jakub was his actual name. He always pissed me off too.
Joe: Well, that's enough reading for today. I need a f*cking nap.
Or seven.