I feel like half of these stories are fake... So one time, me and my buddies were walkin' through downtown Brooklyn. Then, out of f*uckin nowhere, this mob of f*ckin gangstas come to try and f*ck us up with f*ckin ak 47s. But we where like, "heeellllll naaaaww" and we whipped out our motherf*ckin switchblades and f*cked those motherf*ckers up. It was f*ckin epic. Thats just one, but I've been in so many motherf*ckin fights its unbelievable
I don't believe you. To be honest, AK47s aren't even allowed within the state. Let alone any Automatic Rifle (expect if your S.W.A.T) http://www.nraila.org/statelawpdfs/NYSL.pdf
Come to Arizona. You'd be damned surprise to know how many assholes have AK-47s in just the small town I live in. It's like a f*cking disease.
F*CK NO! hahahaha <3 jk I do need to calm it down a bit. But i am serious about the AK/Automatic weapon problem Arizona faces. It's like you can practically buy a AR with a $100 purchase of groceries. Ugh.
I'd have to say the best fight I've ever gotten into was on the surface of LV-426. We'd been sent on a routine investigation to regain contact with the colonists that had previously been terraforming the area for human habitation. We arrived to find everyone had literally just disappeared, totally gone without a trace, it was bizarre to say the least. Anyway we were busy searching the area when we came across a young girl, can't have been more than 11 years old, terrified out of her mind. After a bit of work we managed to gain her trust, I took her under my wing and we got talking. She said her name was Newt and something about how "they" mostly come out at night... mostly. I asked her if she needed anything and she replied "...I need about tree fiddy". Well it was about that time I realized this little girl was 10-feet tall and had a smaller mouth inside her regular mouth. It was that goddamn Xenomorph queen again! I said "Hey Xenomorph, I ain't givin' you no damn tree fiddy. You want some money you can damn well get a job!". She followed me for a while, eventually got bored and sent out her little mouth to eat me. With ninja-like precision I ducked out of the way and set my flame thrower on her eggs. I rendezvoused with the dropship and my good friend Bishop lifted us all to safety, literally seconds before the whole planet blew itself to smithereens. Close call. So yeah, we were on our way back to earth and prepping for hypersleep when Bishop turned and asked me a favor. I said "Sure thing Bish, you done save my life. I'll do you a favor no worries". He put on a serious expression, narrowed his eyes and leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my face. He glanced left and right and then looked me in the eyes with incredible sincerity. "I need about tree fiddy" he whispered. I said "Goddammit Xenomorph! I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy!". My colleague Hicks chimed in and told me he'd given the Xenomorph a dollar back on LV-426, apparently he thought he'd go away if he gave him a dollar. Of course he wasn't gonna go away! If you give him a dollar he's gonna assume you've got more. Long story short, I jumped into the exosuit cargo-loader and kicked her ugly slimy alien butt into the airlock, projecting her out into space and saving myself a bit of cash.
I once had to go to a private school for a year, and the bus ride was 2 hours so I had to sit with an annoying kid who wouldn't stop talking about tits. Eventually he tried and successfully choked me (by surprise) - the next day I was on the bus I turned around and beat the living shit out of him. He left with a Bloody Lip, and two black eyes. Little ****er.
