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The rogue can't hang.

Started by dar, July 21, 2008, 02:35:10 AM

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dar

All these little shits just pop outa no where. Whats more, they got this loud, smelly, hairy fucker with em to.

Well, big red and scaly, he just a fuckin walks right up to loud and smelly and wacks em good, pounds that smelly, loud, hairy fucker so hard I can hear his head ringing.

I got ta get me some a that. So I goes a weavin and a bobin and a stiffarmin my way next a em too, so's hes between me and scaly brass balls. That loud stinky fucker is so busy fighting off red that I knife em good, real good. Oh man does he fucking stink.

Then two a da little shits steps up and starts a wailing on me. Fuck. But I see big red and scaly with those brass balls a his just stand there and take it. I figure I can hang, I shake the ass kicking off and jab that smelly, loud hairy green skinned slimy fucker again, better this time.

Big scaly looks at me and smiles over the head of smelly. SMILES, what the fuck he's got to smile about I sure as shit dunno! Cept those little shits keep busting my balls. I get so pissed that I just, quick like, turn and knife one of em so he can lie in the dirt and blood, teach him to mess with me. Couldn't have happened to a better little shit.

Then scaly balls of the brass starts laughing. WTF? Laughing! At me! As he carves up the green loud fuck some more, that's when I realize I can't hang. That I gotta go.

I tell big and scaly and he looks at me like I'm speaking elvish or some other stupid thing. So I tell him again and add that I gotta go, my balls aren't made of fucking brass, I gots ta fucking go, go, go! I can't hang!

He laughs some more and says in that stupid big bass voice a his 'Den go, ya gink'.

Ah shit, so I go. I just drop and roll out, right past the little shit so's he don't even know how I'm gone.

I feel bad an all, leaving him there alone. But I'll get back, just gotta find the fucking penitent one, where did that elvish mother fucker go?