So far.
Tenth
“Where does he live?” asked Mike.
“In the suburbs,” said Ray.
“That figures,” said Mike. He jammed the pistol in his belt.
“You going to use that?” asked Ray.
“Maybe. If I have to.”
Ray shrugged. “Let’s go. I’ll drive.”
“You always drive.”
“Someone has to.”
“Why you?”
“Why not?”
Monday, October 27, 2008
Untitled - Part 10
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Are they chasing down the Tiny Wanker??
Tiny Wanker's right here.
Tiny Wanker's right here.
There's an echo in here.
a pistol in his belt??! I thought the was a family diner, eggs, coffee and bourbon bedtime story! THE TENSION HAS BEEN RATCHETED UP
firearms and bourbon. now we're rockin
bring in the potatoes and some zombies, and we can greenlight this baby!!
Geesh, Rotten. Just get a quart of vodka and call it a night already.
AG lurks....
I'm making that face Jon Stewart makes after he shows a great clip of a film and they cut away at the good part.
Tiny Wanker's right here.
I thought you were just divulging a little TMI...
I'm making that face Jon Stewart makes after he shows a great clip of a film and they cut away at the good part.
I hope this doesn't have to do with Tiny Wanker, although I suspect that is a slightly different face...
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