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The rules are simple, pick up where the last poster left off, but please not too much randomness and please write more than one sentence!
It's like an RP but you don't play a particular character.I'll start with this:
Foamy walked in to the bar real depressed. In the beginning, his acting career looked so good with his director IllWillPress writing out well thought out and funny lines featuring him and his co-worker, Germaine. He enjoyed working with them all and everybody loved him, and his director. Now, he's wondering is teaming up with him is a good idea. Somewhere along the lines, IllWillPress stopped being funny and started to use his old material over and over again. he lost a lot of fans and gained a lot of enemies, the only fans left were mostly blubbering idiots with only a handful of braincells between them. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, BLAM! "The Jigglybutt" happened, never in his whole life had he seen such a pointless and meaningless script. He even had to restrain Germaine from sodomising IllWillPress with a rusty spork. That wasn't so bad though, he managed to cop a feel unnoticed on germaine. Hehe.
"Keep! 2 shots of vodka please!" Foamy ordered.
"Foamy! What happened to your movies? I watched the latest one and for the first time I thought it sucked!" the barkeep questioned.
"Yeah, I know César. Don't ask me, I don't write the script."
"Well, can't you just quit."
"Can't, nobody's willing to hire me anymore. And the fanboys and fangirls, most are fuckin idiots, and those that aren't hate me. I even had to get my own gun for self defense, if you know what I mean"
César waved his hand in front of his chest as an ancient roman gesture of empathic pain. "Oooh! I see.....still, isn't 2 shots a bit much for you?"
"At the moment I don't care, you're not my father anyway."
"Okay, fine, I am not responsible if you die or something."
César brought Foamy the 2 shots he requested, which he paid for. He sniffed the shots and downed the entore shot in one gulp, he winced a bit.
"Strong shit, César, gimme a couple more!" Foamy demanded, which the barkeep duly complied.
Foamy was in the process of drinking his second shot when the dor of the bar opened, revealing...
(OOC: Yep, it's based on Foamy and how much his movies are going downhill
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I can't do that without randomness! I love randomness! How am I supposed to continue something that's -ACTUALLY INTELIGENT-?! I'm from fucking Holland, damnit!
Is it too much to ask to write just ONE paragraph to continue this? 
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