|07-22-2012, 10:23 AM||#1|
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**** went down at the club last night, jacked fibraz saved my life
So last night me n the crew r scanning the club, we run securtity on every door in town, ran the old ******* outta town, aint seem em since. had the usuial drunk assed preppy [email protected] from the local college, simple choke hold, knee, punch and they are down then we throw them into a dumpster ion the alleyway, one night we puyt 8 guys in it at once, squashed em in like tuna in a can.
im working the door, crowds are lovin it, seeing me, im a damn celebrity oin this town, im like "chill the **** out" but these guys are shoving n **** trying to get a glipse of my strong assed self especially since im rockin a fine italian suit, really shows off my frame,m
Peoiple r texting each other n ****, soon musta been 1000 outside the club taking pictures begging to get in, guys start shoving some girlsz and the crews like "**** this" and jump in, start nailing people uypside the head, i break out the bats we keep behind the door, cracking skulls all over the ****ing place. women love this ****, im top dog and they cant get enough of me whoopin ass,, im givin them a glimpse of my strong ass face inbetween swings of the blood soaked bat, its like a damn photo shoot.
next thing i know some ***** draws a gun, little T makes a grab and gets hit, good thing the crew wear vests, i dont, i aint got time for that ***** ****, so i go for the guy with a "son, somebody about to get their **** messed up" look on my face i see a flash but dont feel **** since im jacked up with adrenaline, i tackle this guy and the crew goes to work on his skull while i kick his gun down a drain. crowds gone ****ing wild,
Crew locks down the club and calls a doc, girls r all over me crying n ****, im like "i aint got time to bleed" and sip some $1000 champage with a **** eating grin opn my face, when the docs turn up they couldnt believe their ****ing eyes, turns out my jacked up muscle fibras stopped that 9 in its tracks, like organic body armor or some ****, a normal pussied ass guy wouldnt hit the bricks and died, a bullet aint sah1t to 220lbs of coiuled up fibras, you dont gotta be a scientist to knopw that.
|07-22-2012, 10:38 AM||#4|
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|07-22-2012, 10:39 AM||#5|
'Ah Mr Haye'
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haha cool story
|07-22-2012, 11:20 AM||#6|
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|07-22-2012, 11:26 AM||#7|
master chief = homo
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you wrote this, drunk, while lying on your back in a parking lot trying to figure out how you got bounced from the club.
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