Hour or our oar

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Cathleen. We’re on air in 35 seconds and you are drunk as shit”

“I waass drounnk fifttteen minnnutess agoo too”

“Oh, my God. Not this time Andrew. I’m not covering for her again. Leave her up here. She deserves for everybody to see this.”

“Hourrrr or ourrrr oaaar forr youuu ”

“You pathetic drunk. You are fucked. Your lead-in.”

“On in…5. 4. 3…”

“Good evening and welcome to Eyewitness News at 11, first up this hour, did diana diss our aura by stealing shifty sally’s shitty shells at the seashore vince vaughn victor von victory…”

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Title by: Billyziege
Story by: Jason Curtis

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