The Afterparty
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Is it terrible that I kinda like Brett?
But at least hes taken the right message from his favorite franchise: the importance of family.
He humped floors while singing about womens erogenous zones.
He hunted peckish hippopotamuses with Will Forte.
He brought to vivid cinematic life Mr. Daryl Franklin Hall.
Xavier is the James Dean of trash media.
This sounds like my perfect evening: puzzles, great acoustics, and hot, hot murder goss.
Sliding his shades back on, he struts into the gymnasium.
Brett assures Danner hes inconspicuous while watching his wifes party interactions.
Though Xavier can change his pee pitch, Brett can go louder and longer.
Whats a man with a healthy flow to do?
Brett rushes after her and runs smack into the drunk and rambling Chelsea.
Man, something terrible happened to this girl, right?
Brett doesnt have time to share in my concerns; hes got a clam to jam.
She needs her koala, which I guess sounds kind of like Im gonna kill all of ya.
He arrives at Xaviers house only to be denied entrance by the security guard.
Brett advances the steps to rough up Xavier, andohmuhgawd, finally, jaunty-hat alert!
Zoe leaves, uninterested in watching Brett and Xaviers (now figurative) pissing match.
Brett is wiser than he looks; I imagine poop-based fibs work like gangbusters to get out of conversations.
He also seems to be misinterpreting the note, which is a song lyric, right?
Im just not sure murderers write their incriminating documents in rhyme.
What would also solve the murder is whatever has been recorded by that Daryl Hall eyeball camera.
Private eyes: Theyarewatching you.
