*In gas station*
I'd like a pack of beer...and some...a pack of...Malboro..
Cashier: My I see your ID?
...What ID...
Cashier: Your driver's license please..
Oh....Oh that! Oh I have it...*pulls out fake ID*
Cashier: Um...Sir...This isn't real..
Huh...what are you talking about...
Cashier: This picture looks nothing like you sir...This is a picture of an Asian person...
What? I had my arm shot off in Veitnom!
Cashier:....
And a makeover!
Cashier: Oh...Here's your change sir.
Oh yeah...Come to daddy..
*walks out*
Why are you guy looking at me like that...I didn't go to the liquer store....
Ok, here's another story...
It was a saturday, I was watchin old episodes of dragon ball z...watchin goku get his ass kicked...Till one of my homeboys threw a rock at my window to get my attention.
(And it broke...)
*Yo Chris! Come on out so we could hag out at the bar!*
I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME CHRIS...
*Sorry!*
So I went with my pals to meet up with some of our colleages at a local bar, I went with my fake ID...
Drunk Dude: Hey Chris...Howz it goin?...
DON'T TOUCH ME.
Drunk Dude: Hey man...lighten up, it a party!...
I DON'T KNOW YOU.
Drunk dude: Come on...You know you wanna party!...
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME.
*walks away*
Hm? Who is this...*spots a chick*
Chick: *winks*
Oh yeah...*walks over*
Chick: Why hello big boy...
Hello...
Chick: wanna go in the car and...do a little dance?
Hey what's with the deep voice...
Chick: come on..you know you want me..
HEY YOUR SCARING ME...*backs away*
Chick: Come here...BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPP....
<span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'>OH MY GOD...SHE'S A...A MALE SHE!!!!</span>
*runs out of bar*
Drunk Dude: Hey Chris! Where ya goin?...They're mixin up fruit cocktail!...
I DON'T KNOW YOU!!!*runs away*
Drunk Dude: What a sad, sad life...*sips beer*
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My thoughts do not dwell within the darkness of my past, yet I point my sword forward to reveal the light of my future.
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