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[Jun. 25th, 2008|01:59 am] |
I've actually been doin shit lately! Gaht lots of crazy stuff goin on around here.
Went to Florida fer awhile, was ambassador to China, had a stripper O.D. outside the club...
Oh and been hangin out with Dok a lot. He's comin to stay with me fer a month or so in July, takin time off from his Nazi business and hangin with me. Its jest good to have him around; I can talk to him about stuff and I like hearin all about his work and his life. Turns out when he was hidin out in Brazil, one of the only radio stations he gaht played mostly Snakes'n'Barrels. That's pretty awesome. I'm jest so stoked I finally gaht him to come over and everything was perfect. I guess I jest.... found what I've been lackin.
Now I'm all settled in with a few bottles of Jack, listenin to some Blooddrunk, and I'm jest fuckin content. Happy. There's somethin I'm wantin to track down. Can ya help me out, Charlie?
Hey Rummy, wanna hangout this week? I haven't seen ya inforever. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|10:35 pm] |
Oh my gahd dood. Please tell me somebody else saw this or somethin.
Last night, I'm in my room jest mindin my own business. And fuckin blondie shows up, busts open my door and is stumblin all over the place. He fuckin reeks of booze, and ya know someone is fucked up drunk when I'm the one sayin that. So Skwisgaar's clutchin a bottle and hangin on my door way and starts screamin about how he's gettin married. MARRIED. So I'm like whatever, douchebag, jest shut the fuck up and get outta my room. Cus I dunno if I can take this guy seriously or naht. Either way, I'm pissed off. Finally, Barbie leaves and I gaht some effin peace.
So I decide, whatever, I'm gonna smoke a few joints and time flies by pretty quickly. I'm jest hangin out on one of the balconies, smokin a cigarette. All of a sudden, I see somethin runnin, and I'm wonderin if I'm jest hallucinatin. But no, fuckin Skwisgaar is running his girly ass across the yard, yellin like crazy. I'm jest like, what the fuck is this guy doin. But I ain't movin, I'm sure I'll hear about it soon enough.
Nat even fifteen minutes later, I hear somethin comin from the opposite direction. That motherdouchebag stole Rummy's fuckin tank and is drivin it across the lawn and out of Mordland!
...Somebody go pick his ass up. I dunno where he went, but he's fuckin drunk as hell and has a tank. I hope he's gaht a fuckin tracer or somethin in his spine. |
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