Unless the passport had to be illegally procured through a whirlwind adventure involving a one eyed Russian and 3 Chinese prostitutes in the back alleys of Prague, there's no fucking excuse.
Ah, yes: the asian she-beast, the most cunning of the sex-worker-clan, armed & ever-ready with a cavalcade of poison-nailed cat-scratches and underwhelming attempts at oral-sex...luckily, I blinded them with a strobe-light water-cannon that I purchased from a hunchback in Helsinki and sidestepped them as though they were nothing more than ink-spots on the road.
Once again, the day was mine! Sadly, these she-beasts wouldn't accept my victory, and I was forced to blast them with the simple-syrup I had loaded into the aforementioned water-cannon, coating them stickily with sugar-water, and, to my knowledge, they are there to this day, sweetly-stuck to a grimy part on the sidewalk where they attempted to dissuade your hero from procuring his passport.
Hmm.
ReplyDeleteTotally not sure yet. Maybe some of both?
I like DWL, but she has a tendency to be whiny.
ReplyDeleteI've bought new shoes for this one.
ReplyDeleteOh nos!
ReplyDeleteI spy three columns, bad writing, puppy pictures and posts that never really get to the point.
Methinks it's gonna suck.
I'm anticipating a blood bath, but I've been wrong before.
ReplyDeletedoes abandonedstuff include the fucking review then...
ReplyDeleteApparently, Xbox. Someone had to get a passport today instead of writing a review.
ReplyDeleteAhem.
But then, who am I to say anything when I have been slacking the past couple of months due to life?
Unless the passport had to be illegally procured through a whirlwind adventure involving a one eyed Russian and 3 Chinese prostitutes in the back alleys of Prague, there's no fucking excuse.
ReplyDeleteFrankly.
Well, I know for a fact that the boy in question loves a spanking. Or giving one. I forget which.
ReplyDeletePassport shmassport, bring on the slaughter.
ReplyDeleteI spy blood in the water.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes: the asian she-beast, the most cunning of the sex-worker-clan, armed & ever-ready with a cavalcade of poison-nailed cat-scratches and underwhelming attempts at oral-sex...luckily, I blinded them with a strobe-light water-cannon that I purchased from a hunchback in Helsinki and sidestepped them as though they were nothing more than ink-spots on the road.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, the day was mine! Sadly, these she-beasts wouldn't accept my victory, and I was forced to blast them with the simple-syrup I had loaded into the aforementioned water-cannon, coating them stickily with sugar-water, and, to my knowledge, they are there to this day, sweetly-stuck to a grimy part on the sidewalk where they attempted to dissuade your hero from procuring his passport.
Let us dance!