He hated going to charity events. What the fuck was the use of having all that money just to waste it on bums and sick people? They couldn’t enjoy it like he could. He flipped the bird at the bouncer on his way in, having only switched out his red jacket for a black one. Black Tie Only his ass.He made his way into the dressing room, examining that it had been set up properly. He had made such simple requests- no shrimp, no escargot, no caviar, a Coke in a nice frosted glass with a wedge of lemon and ice and a bendy straw (preferably pink, orange, or lime green). And of course, Green M&Ms only. So he was extremely dissatisfied when, upon inspection, he discovered a BROWN M&M in the bowl. A singular brown M&M. His eyes narrowed as he grabbed the assistant in the hall by the neck, showing him the offending candy.“Wot is this?”The guy made choking noises.“Wot. Is. This.”~~~… no one was really quite sure how it all played out. The damage total for the night was a broken bowl of M&Ms, a shattered Ming vase, two broken chairs, an overturned table, and a trip to the hospital for the unfortunate assistant. They’re still not sure how he managed to impale the spork into the guy’s trachea.Needless to say, he’s not invited to charity events any more. And that’s quite alright with him.
B^U HAET BROWN M&Ms
you see.if it was blue,that'd be cooler.
Bit of a Prima Donna, 'ent he? 8D
Brown M&M...Demoman would call that racist! >8D