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musesandlyrics | 2.12. Scrubs quote
Wednesday, 16 September 2009 04:12 pm2.12. "Oh I'm sorry but I think you are confusing me with someone who gives a crap."
Scrubs
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aussielawyer
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It was only the middle of the day, but already Mark felt like he had put in a full day's work. He had spent the morning in court, trying to defend a fraud that was as plain and simple as a pimple on an arse cheek, only to have it adjourned before lunch because some evidence or another hadn't been tendered, and all hell was breaking loose behind the scenes on the opposing side. Mark couldn't give a toss. He knew his own case was steady and sound. It was just a waiting game. So, after expecting to be in court all day, he suddenly found himself with a free afternoon and decided to have lunch at home before going back to the office.
Punching in the security code for his door, Mark unlocked his apartment and went inside. The last thing he expected in a million years was to be met by a puppy about the size of a baseball coming flying at him with a sharp bark that seemed to scare itself, right before it flopped on it's back with it's legs going a mile a minute in the air. Mark just stared down at it, stilled, his mouth hanging open, before... "JAMES!" he called out with a growl. It wasn't like the pup let itself in, complete with security code access, was it? The thing didn't even know how to bark! Or not pee on the carpet when it got over-excited... "Fuck! JAMES! You better friggen be here, you bastard! This is wool carpet!"
( As if that all wasn't bad enough... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 819
Scrubs
Co-written with
aussielawyer[Follows THIS]
It was only the middle of the day, but already Mark felt like he had put in a full day's work. He had spent the morning in court, trying to defend a fraud that was as plain and simple as a pimple on an arse cheek, only to have it adjourned before lunch because some evidence or another hadn't been tendered, and all hell was breaking loose behind the scenes on the opposing side. Mark couldn't give a toss. He knew his own case was steady and sound. It was just a waiting game. So, after expecting to be in court all day, he suddenly found himself with a free afternoon and decided to have lunch at home before going back to the office.
Punching in the security code for his door, Mark unlocked his apartment and went inside. The last thing he expected in a million years was to be met by a puppy about the size of a baseball coming flying at him with a sharp bark that seemed to scare itself, right before it flopped on it's back with it's legs going a mile a minute in the air. Mark just stared down at it, stilled, his mouth hanging open, before... "JAMES!" he called out with a growl. It wasn't like the pup let itself in, complete with security code access, was it? The thing didn't even know how to bark! Or not pee on the carpet when it got over-excited... "Fuck! JAMES! You better friggen be here, you bastard! This is wool carpet!"
( As if that all wasn't bad enough... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from the
princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 819
