Ninjabuscus

Prompt: “Do you wanna order something? Like maybe pizza?” + “Why?” + “I just saw somebody eating it on TV.” Today has been long to say the least. Everything just kept going wrong. As soon as I got to the coffee shop I almost slipped on a drink spilt by a customer who was clearly still drunk from what I assume was a wild night out. And guess who had to clean it up. Then they threw up on the spot I had just cleaned. Guess who had to clean that up as well. Then the coffee machine broke. Then a batch of muffins burnt because Geoff forgot what time he put them in. Then a customer complained about their drink. A

Prompt: "You wanna see a photo of a cock?" *slides a picture of a rooster over* Jack has been abnormally quiet for the past hour. Usually he would be sat next to me, clearly unfamiliar with the concept of personal space as he rambles on about some stupid story he heard about a woman at McDonalds or that he saw a dog whilst walking home. Or he would be in the kitchen banging pots and pans together pretending that he's in a marching band. Either that or unsuccessfully trying to grab a pan or attempting to make dinner. Even when he's upstairs he's usually jamming out on his guitar, screaming at the games console or singing at the top of his lun

It has been three days. I haven't spoken to Oli. I haven't told the guys why I came home drunk as a skunk. I haven't heard from Dan. None of us have. Continuously we have all texted and called him but to no avail. All we get in response is an automated message once we reach the voice mail. It's been an entire three days since he went to look for me, and if something has happened to him then I have no idea what I would do. Sob? Drink? Isolate myself? I could probably do a lot worse, but we'll leave it there. I refuse to speak to Oli. At least until I get my head sorted. My thoughts are a puzzle, and a bloody difficult one at that. I need ti