SITUATIONAL COMEDY by Benjamin King


Just the Ten of Us


On a bike

in a skirt

on your way to the place

where I work.

I'm in my car and the window's down

but oh no Vanilla Ice just came on the radio.

It doesn't phase me though,

I turn it up and chuckle like yeah, what?

You're all Christie Brinkley except you're black with freckles on your face

and I'm Chevy Chase.

At work now in a meeting you ask a question about the heating; you're new.

How do you do?

You sit in the cubicle down the line from mine after Roger, Monica, Pamela, Brian, Ramzi, Simone, Rick, and fat face areshole fuckface.




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