[ WP ] The reason she never called you back was because she was abducted by an alien civilization . She adapted , grew , and lead a rebellion to overthrow the tyrant that ruled there . Today she just texted that she wants to go out again .

Tuesdays are the days that drown our lives. Productivity's coffee soaked bastard child is a Tuesday filled with meetings. Fuck off, Mark. No one gives a shit that the numbers are down. Right now, we are all trying our damnedest not to kill you and everyone in the office. 
 Turning thirty-five has me sliding down the wrong side of a hill that leads strait to my all ready dug grave. Before I get there I had best drain the lizard. Fuck me for thinking that this gathering might end before I had to pee again. Stupid thirty-five year old bladder. 
 `` Excuse me again Mark'' My sound blends strait into his so the entire room looks when I stand up. Fucking Tuesday. 
 Powdered soap smells better than our men's room. We should all put money together to get some.....what the fuck, this can not be real. 
 *I never could have know that you would be the inspiration. I never could have known that you would be the only person that* 
 Someone should sue Apple. Sue them for cutting off messages sent from other phones. Person that what? I need to know. This has to be a joke. It can not be her. Jesus, my mother loved Ashley, loves Ashley? How can she be alive. Missing for 10 years, I mean... 
 *you would be the one on my mind when I killed the prince. That you would be right there with me when I* 
 Holy christ on a cracker. She killed someone? Oh my god how much better could this get? She was in prison? Ohhh man. Wait, a prince? 
 *taught them how to create gun powder. I love you Randy, I will always love you. I am outside right now. Come to* 
 Ohh shit, she is here to kill me too. I am a dead man. I hope security is on their shit. 
 *me* 
 Damn strait you, you crazy ass bitch. I should call the police. I should wash my hands. Wait, what? No, fuck that. She could be on her way up here right now to kill me. Mark, the meeting. I should tell everyone that my life might be in danger. What the hell is that rumbling? What the hell is that noise. Holy shit. Holy shit, is that a, a, a, spaceship? What in the hell is going on. My phone. I need to call the cops. Ohhhhhhh what the hell! 
 *I ’ m the one in the ship* 
 “ Mark, dude. Get your ass off the floor. My rides here and I have to go. Also, I quit. ”
