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...and suddenly MS 13 surrounded him. Shiroun looked about, close to grasping the Buster Sword in his hands. The young girl behind him shrieked as the vicious gang slowly closed in.
"Hurry, and get out of here!", said Shiroun, grasping the Buster Sword in both hands now. "One of us has to live! You deserve a future."
The girl hesitiantly stared, mouth agape. She then turned about to flee, then stopped and turned.
"Ill be waiting for you..." said she. "Please return...I....I love...-"
"I know." said he, with a smirk. "Now run!"
The girl fled as the angry gang focused their sights on the muscular Shiroun. Shiroun smiled, pointed at them with his overbearing blade.
"You guys..." Shiroun spun his sword. "...are going to reget this."
er, wait... that timing sounds awfully lucky... there were cops in the neighborhood... they decided to check out whichever secluded alley you were getting moidalized in...
I got out of school early sometime last year, and decided to go to McDonalds for a cheeseburger (because at the time, cheeseburgers were still on the dollar menu). I was incredibly hungry and not incredibly experienced at driving, so being the little dumbass that I was, I decided to try to eat to burger as I was pulling out of parking lot. My attention was divided between driving and eating that delicious cheeseburger and, consequently, I didn't really see the car in front of me as I merged back onto the main road. My car is old, and in horrible condition, so when you try to hit the brakes too fast, they tend to, uh, not work. Yeah.
Luckily, though, I didn't hit the guy hard enough to cause any damage to him or his car, so we both just put it behind us and went our seperate ways. I was so embarrassed, though, and I still tend to feel bad about it even now.
That's nothing. I totaled my last car just because of a little fender bender that barely scratched the other car's bumper yet still cost them $1500 to fix.
As I said earlier in the topic, I nearly DIED while being born.
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You want to know how much I really fail?
I fail so hard that I nearly died-- during childbirth.
Apparently some time before I was born I did a somersault in the womb and the umbilical cord went around my neck, so while I was being born I almost ended up choking on my own umbilical cord.
A friemd of mine used to work at a bar. Unfortunately, she got caught up in a sting operation and lost her job when she failed to check the guy's id. The scumbag goes to jail, she loses her job, and the next day she gets evicted. Ouch.
Not sure if this is a fail or not, but it is very frustrating. I and a coworker are trying to have a conversation. We are able to talk, but if we steer the conversation towards anything romantic...
"Hey, Mop Jockey! Soda spill in the lobby!"
"More sauce pactets!"
"More lids!"
"The trash!"
"Do you have any mustard?"
"More sauce packets!"
"Got any fire sauce? And I'll never think to look directly behind me where I picked up a straw and napkins just moments ago..."
"(long pause) Gimme a (Longer pause) taco."
I get the feeling she feels the same way about me, and it's generally irritating that we can't really talk about it (she dosen't have e-mail, her hours are slightly overlap mine).
At least that horrid cut healed. She said I looked somewhat sexy and dangerous with it, but my definition of sexy and dangerous is somewhere along the lines of '1950's Greaser'.
Yes, I am an odd little man.
Haha, now this may not be all that bad but what ever.
Ok so it was the first day of summer vacation (May 30th, about 2 weeks ago) and I had my friend over and we were playing some halo 3 online. Everything was totally normal and cool until my brother came home.
Now before I go on, my brother is a total spaz, if somone like even touches his stuff without his permission he FREAKS out and goes CRAZY!!! Even though I let him, and he DOES, wear all my cloths, use my stuff, and messes with my computer and crap.
Ok anyways.
So he came downstairs (where the xbox is) and he sees that were using his controller. So he spazzes out. Me and my friend leave, not wanting to deal with him, and go to my friend's house. So we start playing halo at his house and joking around, quickly we get bored and decide to play some Tripple-D. So as were doing it we decide to ring up the Riddler. All of us don't have the guts to do it since we know who he is... all except for Tommy.
Now Tommy isn't the most social of people and will pretty much do what ever you tell him to. So anyways, he is nominated to be the ringer. So everyone goes into hiding and watches Tommy ring the door bell.
He slowly goes up to the door and rings the door-bell. Then he slowly runs away since he is a slow runner.
About 4 seconds later the door bursts open and the daughter bolts after Tommy. The rest us of, scared, run back to my friend's house.
Later we call up Tommy and it turns out that he was caught and the Riddler took him to the po-po station IN HIS CAR!!!
So, the riddler presses charges... against all of us involved and it sucked for the next 2 weeks b/c this guy is crazy and did everything he could to give us he worst possible consequence possible, which is like a 500$ fine and community service for disturbance of the peace.
So to this day we are waiting for the next step. It really shows how some people can take a tiny little thing like Tripple-D and turn it into a huge f 'ing deal.
Damn...
Definition of Tripple-D
Aka Ding-Dong-Ditch, where you ring someone's doorbell and run.
A crazy old man who is known for calling the cops. He once got a finger-printing kit to dust the door-bell to try and get someone who rang his house before. A total loonie-toon
Not his real name, just using name as a placeholder for I don't want to give out Tommy's identity
