the block of the cock

there has been plenty of cockblocking recently. F has done a bang-up job of doing it on herself without the help of others for reasons known to no one, not even herself. P in the distant past has welcomed F's ability to step in and cockblock, in the most literal sense of the word, unprompted and unwanted, and Z's little slip into trecherous bell-jar waters was successfully cockblocked today by a combined intervention.

so......here's a little ditty to the cocks and the blockers. in whichever form it may take...


one-act play inspired by real-life events
p: f, scram.
f: er. what's that, p? sure, i'd like another drink.
(random exits exhausted by f's feigned cluelessness.)
p: bixch
f: you'll thank me one day.
cut to: one day
p: thank you.

cut to: another day.
f: i like someone. i better avoid.
z: 10-line whine.
(f listens)
z: i have an inkling of hope. from the depths of darkness comes a ray of light.
f: steady on old girl!