My shoulder crashed against the door frame as I projectile vomited in the general direction of the toilet. As I caught my bleary eyed reflection in the mirror I noticed that I was covered in Blood. After a few moment of panic I realised it was not my own and the image of a beautiful girl appeared in my head. As I slumped to the floor I struggled to remember what had happened last night. Where is the girl and what had happened to her. As I lay there brief images skipped across the corners of my mind, faces I did not recognise and placed I did not think I had ever seen. Suddenly an image and a face come together and I was on my feet. Time to find out what had happened last night.
As I ran through the streets I could hear the people mutter as they saw the blood stains on my clothes but I didn’t have time to stop and change I felt that something bad had happened last night and I needed to get to the bottom of it. I arrived at a shit hole bar in the middle of the bad quarter of the city, this was the place and the face was that of the fat ass bar man. As I entered the bar I decided I needed this information fast.
As his lifeless body fell to the floor I stepped back and thought 'Shit maybe I over did it a little' but fuck he didn’t tell me everything but he gave me a name and that was a start. Unfortunately the name he gave me was of a big time mob boss who ran this side of town. 'Things are going to get messy' I said to myself but shit that's the best way for thing to go.
As I got to the mob bosses house I crushed the first guards head against the wall and head butted the second so hard it leaves a dent on one side of his face and I was pretty sure he was dead. I kicked in the door of the house and walked in.
The mob boss was sitting on a seat with a girl. I walked up, grasped her by the neck and squeezed until here eyeballs popped. Then covered in his girlfriends eyes I turned to the mob boss and grabbed him by the shirt.
"What happened to the girl I was with last night you piece of shit" I spat at him.
"What girl you crazy bastard, you went out with me. Got smashed and tried to get off with a transvestite when I pointed this out to you, you kicked the shit out of her then staggered out!"
I snapped his neck and got up. 'Shit' I thought 'I had better get home', I have been out all night and my mother will kill me. I can hear her now 'Malcolm look at the state of you I'm not cleaning those clothes and if you've hurt yourself you'll get no sympathy from me'
As I walk out the door I nearly fall over the girls body 'Fuck it' I pick up the body and drop kick it against the wall. "Ya that felt good" I say out loud as I walk out the door.
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Fukcing mothers are like that. Oh Robert, lift that coffin or I won't clean you up."
Bitches.
Unfortunately I saw Mr and Mrs Smith on Wednesday in which Vince Vaughn is an assassin who lives with his mother. Just another example of Hollywood fucking up my stories!
Well kelly hows tricks?have ye played the halo expansion pack?its crazy how good it is!!some class maps one the spit of wizard and one like longest.tom is happy. pity the didnt include some extra 1 player levels.we must organize a game soon.i need to feel the joy of shooting friends in the back!!!! ill take your applause for making your house much much much quieter.any luck finding a new gaff yet?
Tricks are good. We are waiting for you to get us the expansion pack. How about we go to your house for the match? Yes the house is finally peaceful after 2 and a half years. I can finally watch what I want to watch instead of what everyone hasn't seen. No luck with a house yet but we have two months left.
You two converse like old lovers.
Well you converse like a donkey rapeing chicken fucker! But you dont see me spreading it around the net.
How do you like them apples?
They sting....
Portugal is all wrong.They got it all wrong, them.
Hey M when you back?
Did you know the word Portugal was derived from the Aztec words 'Port you go' because originally all the country had was a big port for people to leave the country.
Now the few remaining natives cannot figure out why people keep arriving at the port, but they find solice in the fact that these people usually leave within 2 weeks.
Still it just goes to show that you never know what you will find down old South America way!
Port me go on Sunday.Should be sitting in your front room by nine pm.Quite an experience isn't it? To live in fear.
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