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Daily Started by: FartBarf on Aug 13, '22 02:20

The jalopy of a mad lad en'bolden'edd by eez fookin' churnin'inna'burnin gearzz oh de 'ead crashes. The manz portersyde foot sat comfortably in the nook between the rearview and the mast'oh'starberd'ed portzz. A drink of the Philly air was always pleasurable, the city buzzed with the life of the underworld. The Texan was in unfamiliar territory. But his mee'maw had sent him on business for a new company that had found't out what had happened in Texas. 

The 2 new pigs under the snug rug of the whole'sum'en'na blanket found themselves leaving the backseat of a purple jalopyy. The dark green interior was felt'tipped'en'hurr'yy. 

The burly warrior cops that were on our side of the tracks took off starberd down the thoroughfare. Headed East, the Texan had found his way out with a click of his left pinky finger. Kick of his right leg with a proper roll of the ankle.

The softest tap of a door hitting a wall sounds off.

USS FB follows the two pigs to do a job.

He's a cop dressed like a cowboii, you'll know he's not a real rustlinnhustlerr when you buzzyergunnz and there's no answerr.

MeeMawzz newest riddle sat twix'tuh butt and the backflap of a rearporterdsyded pocket. The sound of 4 holsters swaddlin'a'saunterin song between armpits could be heard. The footsteps remained at a slow and mellow pace, the 2 cops on payroll knew the place.

The two cops slow their roles, and gum soles roll toe to heel. They start chirpin'n'whistlin' the gypsy reads the head nods and language being used. The target is some shitshack of a restauraunt. 

" I bid'et'ew'all's will have a good dayy'whiffen eez ee'r'eeyy"

The SwampTing let ee'z fookin' gunnz sprayy. Double heel to toe on the pronto as he turned towards the weird voice that had a drawl in the dark back alleyy. He pulls up his britchezz and startster to meander, prowling like a peacock'oh'paradise with bows of the Stern'st'Stern chuggin' along. 

Th'wep!

The shadow'tuh backalleyyzz sweptt'hee Texan leg, and shot a starberded straight into the lower half of ribs. The t'Wang was now in a standoff with the 'toNkyy. Pissed off padcappedcowboii let's go a 2, three fo'fiveACPzz of handkannonryy. 2 starberds, straight into a upp'erd bow. Proper steppin'en 2 the shoulder slydez as the head leads. 

Boom'Brap!

The skatter't attack of a madden'ed WicketSun was jus'sa cluckin'n jivin'n bout the MorgueOhJankyy shinin' in stockzz. The DippTohffa' on the defense of the Texas attack took a step back. The follow-up 3 after the initial two werr'ah star2port with a portered step into the sleuth punch. The starberd Kannon drove home to mans conscious to the pavement.

Finish'n move, the 1toEezDome. Pineal gland seperation from the southpaw't'uhff'ass DerT. Let out a good ol' doubleOhi7DD5IU1991 with three taps of the finger.

All of a sudden, the 2 pigs in the blanket are a'twix't crossfire whizzin'n bangin. Onna fiveOhaDime the TexanDrum slides into his standard position of behind a dumpster. Starberd Kannon was out as the porterd hand finds its 1911. The chromed-out black trim 1911s of the dumm'est'suhnn oh'ffa beachezzbitch whoHarrdlykneww. 

The rumble of drummzz began, Thom'SunnCuttahzz from DurdyyBurdzz. 

Shots flew, bounced, and ricocheted. The thoroughfare became frantic as panic set sail throughout the block. The 2 cops on'eez payroll were questionin'n why they had even followed these crazy fuckin' Texanzz in the first place. 

FatDaddyzzSoundShacKk of silence rung out, as 3 shots from chromedUhpWhiffBlackenedTrimm crack through the alleyway. 1 Durdenman falls to the floor. The 2 piggzennablank'eyy were stowed away behind the cover of the purple with green jalopyy.

They peeked and returned fire, 15 shells from 2 guns bounce and roll. They begin a synchronized reload, but one realizes he still has one in the ol'klipp. He repeeks and with the clack'oh'eez'gatt, he peelzz a Durdenzz muffincap black't. 

PineEelGlandYou Larr'dOhnna bananapeelzz the squeelers and holler'rz. The one that reloaded begins to fire back. There's an awkward exchange of glances in-between moments of silence caught in the gunfightt.

Pickkin' uhp shticks wuzza 'nitiated when the maddest cap'n oh MickeyyzPaddzz stood above the dumpster, both kannonzz drew up'perdzz. Aimed with intent, focused only on his inner instinct. The queer'eye't wanderer wonderin'n when these Durdens would end, begin to let his drum solo of ham'merrzz begin.

WhompaPomp't on yerr swampp newt'erd the herd of the Durden bodyguards and lower echelon members. Associative directive eat'mahh gash'derng't bulletzz to'werdzz the homemade1. The sound of the bickerr'n'thwackk of bullets whizzin'n'on past. The thoroughfare was strapped with the boomm'en'brrap'pt. 

TrenchSweeperTuhDoo let loose in the wildside. 1921's unleashed 60 shells from 5 guns each. Most whizz past'en'thymezz en'na place themselves directly into the cold concrete sat way back behind USS FartBarf and his 2strappzz. The lefthanded looseyy1 swung uh'perdzz and took sight with a twinkle in the Bow of the eye'oh'iBrow. 

Sittin' a fix'tuh buzz't'awp, either side was two shadows with thommyzz'oh'20wangabanglezz. Bangzz Le'Dash't as they let loose about 30 shots between the two. Shells roll and bounce.

The swamp't eye creature of the PHeralMoanZz found 'izzelf once ag'inn nestlin'n to eez'ol hideyy'holee of freeDumm. Heez'toezza tapp't as he timed a peek in between fire.

3 semi-automatic flicks of the flingin'flangezz let squeeze the sign of the Devil2kumm'nBummzz oh CumberLandZGat'towed the oll'vroomBrrappt1? 

Why? That's the DevilzzSonn. 

WicketStickerr wuzza lit'twix'teez fixturin'oh'lips. The green'n'brown searched to Tan'ennaHyde a skelter't pelt'err within the drummazz bumm. He ducked off and took a drag.

The sound of 10 rattlin'back to the DeathAdderOfTexAss whizzed past spaces in between the thoroughfare. Some hit the plain green dumpster he had parked his ass uh'bee'hinn. A peek to his portersyde and surely did shoot'err off a round. 

One domepiece't uh'finn SawYerrDeeDzInDeeDzz was fried'enna sizzle't. 

USS FartBarf slumped into the seat of his pants. Opposin'n uh'occzz position, the JankStayy position'en in the slope of his rump'rucklerr, the ruckus'wuzza all4nautZz, and maybe just maybe. 1timefoDahFoFiveACP let breath with ease of mind.

SignalOhDeeLadlezzFookin'Wicket'Cuzz'In'Yuhh'Bummzz. Learn2readdKUNTzz...

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