post #1
06 April 2005, 18:09 UTC#1
Well, after a busy night at work, I came home to find a note from the police saying they had reason to believe I was selling narcotics and consequently had raided my house for drugs and paraphernalia. The whole place was turned upside down and one cop had left a rather nasty floater in the water jug.
After cleaning the place up I noticed that my video camera and tapes were missing. I called them back and asked why they had taken personal belongings, they responded with "Yo! this cracker wants that shiz we stole from the izz-ouse." I hung up the phone and decided that it was now time to bust some skulls.
I loaded up my trusty shotgun and headed for the police station, on the way I was stopped by an old lady who asked if I could help her put groceries into her car. I pondered the idea, apologised and said I was too busy to help a stranger. She got rather violent and hit me with her handbag, so I grabbed it and shot the old bitch in the chest. She fell down still screaming obscenities at me, then lay on the ground, lifeless, but still extending her middle finger.
After ejaculating on the corpse, I resumed my stroll to get my tapes back. I finally arrived at my destination and walked inside to see 12 cops sitting around hitting up lines of meth and passing around joints. I put down my shotty and rang the bell at the desk. One cop walked up to me and said "Alabama" to which I replied "Kentucky." He nodded once, then told me to join the party. I sat down next to a tweaked up cop who wouldn't stop talking about his childhood and how "in his day, a pie and a can of coke only cost 50 cents." "I don't give a fuck" I replied and cracked him in the jaw, he laughed then fell over in his chair. The next thing I knew I was being taken to a room and was told to "stop typing pointless and retarded stories that will be read by nobody" so I took his advice.
After cleaning the place up I noticed that my video camera and tapes were missing. I called them back and asked why they had taken personal belongings, they responded with "Yo! this cracker wants that shiz we stole from the izz-ouse." I hung up the phone and decided that it was now time to bust some skulls.
I loaded up my trusty shotgun and headed for the police station, on the way I was stopped by an old lady who asked if I could help her put groceries into her car. I pondered the idea, apologised and said I was too busy to help a stranger. She got rather violent and hit me with her handbag, so I grabbed it and shot the old bitch in the chest. She fell down still screaming obscenities at me, then lay on the ground, lifeless, but still extending her middle finger.
After ejaculating on the corpse, I resumed my stroll to get my tapes back. I finally arrived at my destination and walked inside to see 12 cops sitting around hitting up lines of meth and passing around joints. I put down my shotty and rang the bell at the desk. One cop walked up to me and said "Alabama" to which I replied "Kentucky." He nodded once, then told me to join the party. I sat down next to a tweaked up cop who wouldn't stop talking about his childhood and how "in his day, a pie and a can of coke only cost 50 cents." "I don't give a fuck" I replied and cracked him in the jaw, he laughed then fell over in his chair. The next thing I knew I was being taken to a room and was told to "stop typing pointless and retarded stories that will be read by nobody" so I took his advice.
