killin skeeter
killin skeeter
how yall are?
noob an i restin up after a looooong time a killin zombies ghouls an all manner a crazy shit ike at. almost outta ammo. almost. more killin ta be done. michael gonna hook it up sum as well. gettin bloody don ere, blood flowin yall. eww wee i mean ta smile if ol noob an i aint killin some mafuckers.
after we left maude at the hotel up dere in eureka by da six flags we cruised back don to ma cabin. i git me some land while back and put a cabin dere and stockpiled fer da why-too-kay bugs. i mean i loaded up fer da looong hawl. nade launchers, shotguns, machine guns, you name it, i prolly git me at least 1 of em.
i save yall the borin details of killin da zombies and whatten. i dont actually know what da fuck day was but i know what day is. fuckin dead mafuckers ats what.
skeeter doe hes a diffrunt story. i drive wid noob right up ta da front door of is trailer jump out an kick in da ged dam door. i heard some noises from the da back by da bedroom and i run back dere kickin da door don an i mean ta smile if hector everyone's favorite waiter over at ruiz's restrunt wassen layin pipe in her boy ike day was no tomarrah. eww wee humina humina humina
neeways i hollered 'git yer ass outta here mafucker an run yer ass home bafore i blast ya one!' sweet jesus if i ever seen anyone dress so fas in all ma life. neeways 'ait mary jo git yer ass dressed' an i went out to the kitchen an helped maself to some beer in da fridge.
mary jo come stumblin out still a little dizzy from the beatin hector was given er.
'ait na tell me where da fuck skeeter at!' i hollered at er.
'scotty i don't know where he at' she said back.
i hollered inhaling after each word pointing ma ginny at her 'where da fuck skeeter at?'
'scotty i swear to jesus i don't know'
'you swear ta whoever da fuck ya wanna but rite na imma gonna ask ya one more time an en imma gonna blow yer mafuckin face all over is ere mafuckin trailer you git me?'
'scotty i...'
i run up to her an push er against the wall and press ma ginny up her nose one barrel for each nostrel. 'where da fuck he at?' i hollered.
ats when ya know someone tellin ya da truth.
'you tell that sumbich imma gonna fuckin keel his ass you git me?'
'i git you scotty i git you!'
'lets git da fuck outta here,' i said ta noob as we exited da crashed door. i threw da empty beer can in the bed of ma pickem up truck, 'ait lets see if deres neemore brain eatin mafuckers out here.'
i caint wait ta git ma hands on skeeter. imma gonna pull is head out thru is ass.
noob an i restin up after a looooong time a killin zombies ghouls an all manner a crazy shit ike at. almost outta ammo. almost. more killin ta be done. michael gonna hook it up sum as well. gettin bloody don ere, blood flowin yall. eww wee i mean ta smile if ol noob an i aint killin some mafuckers.
after we left maude at the hotel up dere in eureka by da six flags we cruised back don to ma cabin. i git me some land while back and put a cabin dere and stockpiled fer da why-too-kay bugs. i mean i loaded up fer da looong hawl. nade launchers, shotguns, machine guns, you name it, i prolly git me at least 1 of em.
i save yall the borin details of killin da zombies and whatten. i dont actually know what da fuck day was but i know what day is. fuckin dead mafuckers ats what.
skeeter doe hes a diffrunt story. i drive wid noob right up ta da front door of is trailer jump out an kick in da ged dam door. i heard some noises from the da back by da bedroom and i run back dere kickin da door don an i mean ta smile if hector everyone's favorite waiter over at ruiz's restrunt wassen layin pipe in her boy ike day was no tomarrah. eww wee humina humina humina
neeways i hollered 'git yer ass outta here mafucker an run yer ass home bafore i blast ya one!' sweet jesus if i ever seen anyone dress so fas in all ma life. neeways 'ait mary jo git yer ass dressed' an i went out to the kitchen an helped maself to some beer in da fridge.
mary jo come stumblin out still a little dizzy from the beatin hector was given er.
'ait na tell me where da fuck skeeter at!' i hollered at er.
'scotty i don't know where he at' she said back.
i hollered inhaling after each word pointing ma ginny at her 'where da fuck skeeter at?'
'scotty i swear to jesus i don't know'
'you swear ta whoever da fuck ya wanna but rite na imma gonna ask ya one more time an en imma gonna blow yer mafuckin face all over is ere mafuckin trailer you git me?'
'scotty i...'
i run up to her an push er against the wall and press ma ginny up her nose one barrel for each nostrel. 'where da fuck he at?' i hollered.
ats when ya know someone tellin ya da truth.
'you tell that sumbich imma gonna fuckin keel his ass you git me?'
'i git you scotty i git you!'
'lets git da fuck outta here,' i said ta noob as we exited da crashed door. i threw da empty beer can in the bed of ma pickem up truck, 'ait lets see if deres neemore brain eatin mafuckers out here.'
i caint wait ta git ma hands on skeeter. imma gonna pull is head out thru is ass.
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Oh yea.
And as about the man in the suit at the library.... FBI, sort of, what is clear though is that the American government is now officially looking for Mr. Michigan (I have to withhold his name now). None of my friends over here are telling me anything, well, that is not entirely true; they are telling me, "I have no idea what you're talking about" or simply, "no comment".
Mr. Michigan's family says the paranormal was a hobby. Well somehow it became a hell of a lot more than just a hobby.
I have also been informed both unofficially and officially to cease all involvement in this case. And when you get unofficial word like that, you better listen.
For Scotty's part: "I gave 22 years of ma mufuckin life to does mufuckers. Way I reckon it, day can go an fuck emselves." (I really do not follow his logic one bit.)
Scotty served in the Army for 20 years and 2 years in the CIA listed only as a 'contractor'. He enlisted in 1981 and served through 2001, and his contract with the CIA expired 1 January 2004. Towards the end of his military career he was an instructor at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri, which is home of MANSCEN (Maneuver Support Center), U.S. Chemical, Engineer and Military Police Schools, and on top of it all he managed a very impressive build up in preparation for the end of the world on 31 December 1999 when the clock struck midnight. Scotty was a combat engineer.
So, Scotty's still on the case, but perhaps not for long.
And as about the man in the suit at the library.... FBI, sort of, what is clear though is that the American government is now officially looking for Mr. Michigan (I have to withhold his name now). None of my friends over here are telling me anything, well, that is not entirely true; they are telling me, "I have no idea what you're talking about" or simply, "no comment".
Mr. Michigan's family says the paranormal was a hobby. Well somehow it became a hell of a lot more than just a hobby.
I have also been informed both unofficially and officially to cease all involvement in this case. And when you get unofficial word like that, you better listen.
For Scotty's part: "I gave 22 years of ma mufuckin life to does mufuckers. Way I reckon it, day can go an fuck emselves." (I really do not follow his logic one bit.)
Scotty served in the Army for 20 years and 2 years in the CIA listed only as a 'contractor'. He enlisted in 1981 and served through 2001, and his contract with the CIA expired 1 January 2004. Towards the end of his military career he was an instructor at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri, which is home of MANSCEN (Maneuver Support Center), U.S. Chemical, Engineer and Military Police Schools, and on top of it all he managed a very impressive build up in preparation for the end of the world on 31 December 1999 when the clock struck midnight. Scotty was a combat engineer.
So, Scotty's still on the case, but perhaps not for long.
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Well, she managed through some long deployments, although that was before a very personal tragedy that took out most of her family. As long as Scotty's around the only thing she has to do is tell him what to do and that is a mere formality because he takes care of everything anyway. Still, she's tougher than she looks, although she is really confused by the onset of psychic abilities and Noob's, too. Although he's getting a little big for his britches. Scotty can handle him, I think, as long as Maude can avoid prolonged hysterical episodes anyway. Any way you cut it though, Scotty's got his hands full.
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