Oh. That must be embarrassing.
She arrives home starving (yes, that's a space rock behind her) ...
and prepares herself a nice, hearty ... carton of juice?
Stuffed, nearly to explosion, she's off to the park again, to look for a baby-daddy. That womb isn't going to impregnate itself ... well, not with Awesomemod preventing parthenogenesis. Check out the sweet tat on the girl she rudely interrupts to introduce herself to what's-his-face.
Unfortunately, he's married, so Rachel will have to move on ... right after this guy suggests she hitch a ride on a tank. Thanks. That's different.
After her second day of work, Miss Rachel decides to head home, gussy up, and invite her boss, Lenny Smith-Jones over.
It's difficult to know if he appreciated the effort. No matter - Rachel invites him inside, and after telling a work-related joke about graphs, he promotes her on the spot! How can she ever thank him?
Oh, right. The usual way.
He's a little resistant to the idea of shtupping an underling, so our girl has to step up her efforts a notch. She tries everything - including plunging her hand directly into his chest.
I think part of the problem is that this is the kind of dude who pairs flip flops with slacks. You know what I mean.
Finally.
But Rachel starts to wonder if she's made a mistake. His choice in underwear is not helping.
That's right, Rachey-face - keep your eyes on the prize.
Okay, now we're back to doubting ... that was the weirdest. flirt. ever.
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Who knew the lives of ugly cartoon people could be so fraught with danger, so breathlessly exciting, so passionate, so fascinating, so full of meaning...
Apparently not them.
Holy shitballs - is someone I don't actually know reading this thing?
Yes. Yes I am.
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LOL!!!! I like how this is turning out keep your eye on the prize haha!
Hey, I'm glad you finally made it! How hilarious was our sitcom misunderstanding last night?
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