Werdna was on fire yesterday. It’s as if he didn’t just drink the kool-aid. Werdna put his whole face in the punch bowl and guzzled all 1.5 litres of it without taking a breath.
Once Werdna heard about Nimos’s trick about adopting a persona, Werdna was all over it. Werdna worked through his break. He stopped trying to chat up the girl who looks like Diablo Cody (an excellent strategy, actually, because she is all “let’s have a drink” since he’s turned disinterested).
He even went to Todd and asked for the cold call list because he was “really feeling it.”
But worst of all, Werdna started talking about maybe not going to Cuba. He’s thinking about all of the money he could use to pay off his student loan. Oh, and he wants to quit the band so he can take on a couple of more shifts each week.
Like I said, Nimos must be stopped.
You’re a stone gas, honey.
Werdna needs to go to Cuba, smoke some fine cigars, fish off a couple of sketchy piers, and quit harshing your buzz. Nimos may need to be euthanized at some point, but only after fundage is in place for Cuba, which I prounce “KOO-bah” in my head every time I read it. Just so you know.