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G through L › Jay and Silent Bob / Clerks
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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912
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This is fiction, I do not own Jay and Silent Bob/Clerks. I make no money from this writing.
Chapter 5
“Man, that Borg bitch is smoking!”
Jay was stretched out in front of the T.V., his feet resting on their much abused coffee table. Despite the fact that the table was only level due to the books, the only books in their possession, propping up the one table leg, Jay was comfortable.
“If I had ten fucking minutes with that bitch, I’d have her moaning “oooh.” Have her fucking soaking…” his pelvic area jutted up and down, an obscene mimicry of sexual intercourse.
In the other room, Silent Bob was tearing apart the kitchen in search of instant coffee. Jay’s constant commentary was nothing new and was effortlessly ignored.
“That skin-tight suit…Booyeah!”
Bob finally located their coffee but couldn’t find their coffee pot. He ran the kitchen tap until it steamed, filling the two mugs and dissolving the heaps of coffee sitting at the bottom of each cup. He brought those and the container of sugar into the living room.
“Bitch, you are so lucky that you didn’t forget that sugar.”
Bob continued to ignore him.
Jay took the spoon out of his mug and used it to dump sugar into his coffee. Bob, as always, was amazed by the quantity of sugar that Jay could digest.
“You missed Seven of Nine pushing on that Harry dude. Can you believe he didn’t mack her! What a fucking cockboy huh…”
Bob shut him up with a look. Of course, by that time the end credits were rolling and Bob had missed everything. Jay ignored the irritated looks he was getting and reached for a cigarette instead. He reached across the table to steal Bob’s lighter. Bob didn’t care.
The light was dropped into Jay’s pocket for later use.
Jay was stretched out in front of the T.V., his feet resting on their much abused coffee table. Despite the fact that the table was only level due to the books, the only books in their possession, propping up the one table leg, Jay was comfortable.
“If I had ten fucking minutes with that bitch, I’d have her moaning “oooh.” Have her fucking soaking…” his pelvic area jutted up and down, an obscene mimicry of sexual intercourse.
In the other room, Silent Bob was tearing apart the kitchen in search of instant coffee. Jay’s constant commentary was nothing new and was effortlessly ignored.
“That skin-tight suit…Booyeah!”
Bob finally located their coffee but couldn’t find their coffee pot. He ran the kitchen tap until it steamed, filling the two mugs and dissolving the heaps of coffee sitting at the bottom of each cup. He brought those and the container of sugar into the living room.
“Bitch, you are so lucky that you didn’t forget that sugar.”
Bob continued to ignore him.
Jay took the spoon out of his mug and used it to dump sugar into his coffee. Bob, as always, was amazed by the quantity of sugar that Jay could digest.
“You missed Seven of Nine pushing on that Harry dude. Can you believe he didn’t mack her! What a fucking cockboy huh…”
Bob shut him up with a look. Of course, by that time the end credits were rolling and Bob had missed everything. Jay ignored the irritated looks he was getting and reached for a cigarette instead. He reached across the table to steal Bob’s lighter. Bob didn’t care.
The light was dropped into Jay’s pocket for later use.