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frappez le cochon rouge
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Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: cancer
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Oct 25th, 2009, 08:19 PM
I was evading a government agency through an airport, fell into their trap, and was captured. While I was chained in the van in the convoy, I hijacked the thing along with my buddy and tore off down another road with the main bad dude: BRAD.
The van races up a hill and hits a telephone pole. It's wrecked and everyone's dazed.
Brad turns into a zombie and we crawl up the hill to a door to nowhere. We open the door and jump into the gay discotheque and I plant my combat boot into Brad's head as he tries to crawl his way to the door.
Hooah.
Then I woke up.
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