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Jerby Ermut and Jimmie Shlafflin sipped there meth-coffees and played cards. Before a crime they always nerved up with a card game of war. Only using tarot cards. Together they where the Jade street guns. A robbing stealing out past curfew drug dealing gang. They used to have a third member , Spike Underwood. Spike was shot to death by the Hillside hustlers. The hustlers where a annoying gang of mexican rappers and the Jade street guns vowed to destroy all 14 of them. | Jerby Ermut and Jimmie Shlafflin sipped there meth-coffees and played cards. Before a crime they always nerved up with a card game of war. Only using tarot cards. Together they where the Jade street guns. A robbing stealing out past curfew drug dealing gang. They used to have a third member , Spike Underwood. Spike was shot to death by the Hillside hustlers. The hustlers where a annoying gang of mexican rappers and the Jade street guns vowed to destroy all 14 of them. | ||
Jerby finished his meth-coffee and stood up grinning." Lets get paid my man"! Jimmie packed a sawed-off shotgun into his armored trench coat. Jerby had his chinease bootleg desert eagle and so far it has not exploded in his hands. They had planned this raid for awhile. A Alternative buzz warehouse for a online catalog that sold mind melting herbs and strange uncontrollled chemicals. Best of all this warehouse was on Hillside turf and the owners payed them protection. | |||
Volume Two of the collected short works of Andrew McFing. Although only containing ten vary short storys it costs twenty seven dollers at your local bookstore, and it's printed entirely from kind budd stems made into perfumed paper.
Hi I'm Klet Fustens. I'm kinda famous around here because I bagged that cinnamin bear that all the liberals had been crying about. I sold the furr for three thousand dollars. That was worth a few angry phone calls at three in the morning. All I can say is nothing that soft and pudgy was meant to live. They are all almost gone now so I am really proud to have gotten one of the last. I found it in my barn , I quickly closed the door and locked it from the outside. I ran in and grabed my nine milameter. When I got back the little bastard had broken my barn window with a rack and was scrambling out. Well I ,he he he , excuse me , I shot a loud round of lead into it's side and it smacked against the wall and gave me a syrupy wounded look , another round to the chest and it was down. Little fucker broke my window , oh well that three grand more then made up for it. I bought me some night vision glasses for seven hundred dollars. Now I quietly search for them bears at night. Sometimes I leave maple biscuits , or cherry sponge cakes as bait. Still no bears yet , but I'm ready , and I'm gonna cash in!
Other rare animals on my to kill off list
Jerby Ermut and Jimmie Shlafflin sipped there meth-coffees and played cards. Before a crime they always nerved up with a card game of war. Only using tarot cards. Together they where the Jade street guns. A robbing stealing out past curfew drug dealing gang. They used to have a third member , Spike Underwood. Spike was shot to death by the Hillside hustlers. The hustlers where a annoying gang of mexican rappers and the Jade street guns vowed to destroy all 14 of them.
Jerby finished his meth-coffee and stood up grinning." Lets get paid my man"! Jimmie packed a sawed-off shotgun into his armored trench coat. Jerby had his chinease bootleg desert eagle and so far it has not exploded in his hands. They had planned this raid for awhile. A Alternative buzz warehouse for a online catalog that sold mind melting herbs and strange uncontrollled chemicals. Best of all this warehouse was on Hillside turf and the owners payed them protection.
Joey Bently and Matt Sumnal sneaked down the alley , in the shadows they where small and unnoticed. They walked on down by the river where the trees grew thick and they had discovered an old abandoned tree house. The two boys said nothing to eachother , and kept a wary gaze about. They climbed the tree and settled into the gently rocking tree house. Joey reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass pipe , red and orange , with purple lines squiggling through out it. He brushed aside some leaves in the corner and located thier lighter , kept dry in a plastic bag they had found in the park. The bag had small crumbs of marijuanna and they had smoked it up one night with no noticable effect.