Block eyes from across the map, down my throat while the rhythms flat. I'll take out my desert eagle while you go and buy a beagle, when you get back I'll take my chance. I'll go and quickscope in my pants. Oh that swingscope was really nice, in fact it was suprice, but the thing is, it got everywhere, some even got in my hair... I had a whole lot of free time on my hands... Hands... Hadouken!!!
rofl. rofl about rofl. rofl about you getting mad about rofl. "I'm a random windstorm" *woosh* ok I'm not gay
You just wrote an entire paragraph about how you were going to buy a Desert Eagle while someone else buys a beagle, then wet your pants. That's not gay at all...
Well... this is just stupid. So you wait for someone to go buy a beagle so you can shoot them with the Desert Eagle that you somehow happen to have (how a kid your age would get a hold of an illegal firearm is beyond me), but you end up wetting your pants. That statement did a lot to help make that paragraph more normal and less gay...
Um... I don't think that's even close to what a quickscope really is, regardless of whether or not it was in your pants. And it got all over your hair too... I don't even know how that happened... It'd be extremely ironic if this one day showed up in a poetry book or something like that...
The Story- an engaging story with a nice plot One day I was walking down on the beach then I saw what looked like a lamp, I went over to the lamp and touched it *woosh* an angry english guy named tommy sik shot poped out like ice out of a refrigerator. He asked me for a burger, I refused. He then gets angry and throws a Popsicle at my face. *woosh* *ouch* I then go on to my buisness and then see him again, he wants me to get netfix. I refused, he gets angry and throughs a television set at his fan buys another one then breaks it. I get back to my buisness, but soon realise he's behind me. I soon freak out and run down the street to wallmart and hide in the restroom, I'm safe... For now... The End of Part 1
