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The Heist of a Choc Started by: FartBarf on Aug 08, '22 05:47

The estate of Wyndfield sat twix'tuh booty of a thoroughfare, the highways 380 and 75 lead 4 different ways. He heads north on 75. The jalopy has 1 person, sat portersyde. A lit spliff sat between his lips, his left foot sat in between the portsyded rearview mirror as he drove. A signal he was comfortable on his own homeroads. Swervin'n'Jivin'onna slow motherfuckerr in traffick, he claps 6 into the arm of a dumbass that can't drive. His chapped lips took a drag of his spliff as he unloads another 3 into the head. The deadman falls into the steering wheel and all you can hear is the sound of a horn as the wheels screech off to the portersyde. Crashing into another car, the two both flip and flop in the air and the damage is done. Exhaling his medicine through the big ass hole in his head, FartBarf had only just begun his drive to southern Oklahoma.

Wicket writer of Texas, driving the jalopy of jealousy throughout a jealous sea. Just lookin' to make a play. Eyes widened at the sight of any heaven spot for a piece of graffiti, an alleyway, the back pocket of someone wanderin' through the streets. The eyes of confidence on some peoples face, the eyes of aversion on others, the eyes of boredom on most everyone's. His spliff was about halfway through round this point as he continues north up'woar'dzz of about 100 mph in a purple jalopy. Black interior sat behind his sloped back and the sleuthe of an unknown faction from the MacTown, begins to lay the smackdown on a bebop styled drum solo with his mouth. 

Boobs and cats, batman was robbin' robin and a robin robbed the Tavern of the out'werdzz'ones butthole? Notes from mee'mawz letter to the freshest i7. Hung between his starboardsyde buttcheek and the seat sat the flap of his fathers note. Passed only through the motion of the ocean of the young son. 

You tell this Hagist'oh'eez'fookin'kuntzz stahp playin'n whiff eez fookin KUNTzz. MeeMawz wire had red'et. Mad Hatter Prince O'dee Fresh Built I7 DD5 U91 the 7591't'hun'oh'brixx sat betwix't a MockingTurd crossway'puzz'lerr. The d'nile'lie doddle'd up'on eez GODL meow. I have finally realied that I am TheKonDoWettFlexEnDuhFlesH. Konnetuh kunt kawp en fookin klawped em whiff dee ol knickknack paddy wack. Yer engine is 2 cylinder and mine has 6, I drive with the best, its a gift oh dee thoroughbred. You should really gander ennuh goon'terr at me FamBlammzzTree. CunninLynguisticKnowMadLadOfTheOldenTimeSouthWithAMouth. Sailorr'findz wheelzz as the pirates fire haz'bern'ed'ed for longer than anyone could have guessed. Watermark this you fucking cunts. My family will be heard loud and proud, if MacTown does not get its swap'ett which'docterd whiff'terr'which'witch brewzzkies. The uproar you will here after my hammers have rung, I believe the idea behind the machine is more than you cunts will ever understand. There are a chosen few who read the reel live words I've read. Those of the counterculture. Those that know the real philosophy is doo'tea best art sell? Oar doo'dee best'eart sale eez sailz into the seas of peas while ConnecTed AmidstAUniversityOfBasketballChummpzz. HookerFromTheTopAchieversLineConnectz.

 SKRRRRRRRRT SKRRRRRTTTTTT

The jalopy swung into the front of a casino, 3 or 4 floors maybe. Couldn't really tell as he was already ready to unleash hell. He heltered'n'skeltered with two guns drawn, 1 of two true volunteer firemen smiled under the rays of sun. Unleashed 18 with quicktappz Oh eeZ fookin FanglaDanglazz. The KangOfStrangeRue'd at the lament of many men that just fell, all stupidly dressed with shitty black and white suits. Bald heads and basic straight and tilted forward fedoras. The lord of the South with his mouth toots an oo'and'anotha ahhh. 

7 dead Durdens hurtin' for a squirtin' in the streets bled profusely. 18 empty shells bounced and rolled at the sound of light.

A reload with a twist? Chrome 1911s with extended magazines, equipped with black leather trim. Suppressors on. The no bandana of freedom's Drum quacks on about some song in his head with the weapon that his known as his body.

A sea of thieves tells tales, but who was sinkin' who's ship? And who was actually winning in this scenario? Because these Durden boiz were getting fucked out here in broad daylight. Yes'sir'ee. DurdenBurdzz get swung on by drummzz of thumbzz in mummzz butt. The disjointed one with a spliff lit in his mouth continues his prowl under the morning sun.

The horn of the south begins to do a trumpet noise with his mouth. Du-duu-DOOOOOOOT, projectin' witt eez diaphragm. Tones of dixieland could be heard in his throat.

Rollin' a Bugler pouch with Bugler papers, the weed pouch stays in the vest pocket as in the midst of a gunfight, while there was a pause before the door gets kicked in. The southern son of Sin, some say his brain operated on the wavelength of GunnShip Generals Brigadier in a peacock-class corvette that cruises it's patrol with rounds of .45ACP for violators. Kicker stick is lit. Door crashes in under the pressure of the starboardsyde heel, toe follows through and the ball of the foot pokes through. Starboardsyde foot lands and the rest of FartBarf's body moves into the room. A shadow stands and before it could even aim down the sight of its gun, it took 1 bullet to the head. FartBarf ties a bow of the dead guys Bow by putting two more into his eyes.

A sniff before a whiff'et'wick'et hit of his kicker. TaxiTickKoolKamel5791

It appeared the empty bar was now safe from Durdens. The young man hops over the bar and begins cleaning a glass. Pouring himself a tall one of an Indian Pale Lager, citrus flavored. Not sure the name but he read the label, just a bit scratched off it was. 

"Hmmm."

He hr'umphz to hisself. 

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