Archiwum dla wrzesień 20th, 2008
Azjata w Polsce
Mój przyjaciel, z dużym poczuciem humoru, zauważył, że poziom agresji jest wprost proporcjonalny do beznadziejności pogody – im zimniej, pochmurniej, chłodniej, tym większa wobec niego agresja. Latem tego było znacznie mniej. Być może ilość energii słonecznej wpływa na zdolność tolerancji rasowej rodaków.
Sum good shit
I’ve been thought about gangsta’s-style conversation. Yeah. I have it. I’ve been wrote that so here you are:
Alex sitted on a wall. He waited for his mate, Ben. Ben was bizaare guy. He was never smile. Ben missed. When he has already been by Alex, he starts watch on his mate. Alex was shocked a little bit. He asked:
- Whatcha doin’?
- I’m checkin’ ya’. I don’t trust ya’.
- Lay back, man!
- You’re too much confidental. Watch your back, man.
- What the f**k you’re talkin’ about? Are you tryin’ make me scared?
- Gotcha, but I’m not tryin’ cuz I don’t do this. Ya know why? Cuz you’ve already been scared, haven’t you?
- Shit happens. Don’t play with me, bastard!
- Stop yellin’, kid. I know that you killed Big Pa’.
- Are you crazy? I’ve never killed somebody.
- I do have other glance on this fact. I will find proofs until the end of the month. Ya’ll be in prison, dumb f**ker!
- I’ve never heard such nonsense! You’re crazy, man!
- Many a man outta the Springfield yelled in this way. All of them are prisoners now. Ya’ll be joined to them.
- Eat my snots, psycho!
Alex kicked Ben. Ben fell down. Ben shouted:
- You f**ka’!
and took a gun from a pocket.
- I’ll bust ya!
Alex was shocked again.
- Ey, man, calm down! I’m witness of nuffin’. I’ve never saw your gun. Let me go, please!
- Do you know that… I make myself better feel by murder beast-looking creatures like ya? I gotta kill you!
- I gotcha but… You ain’t ta do that.
Ben shouted. Alex fell down, he had a big hole in his stomach. Ben spoke for himself:
- I haven’t killed that kind of f**ker so far.
and leaved crime scene. He started smoking.
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