Thursday, November 11, 2010

Do Men Wear Women's Panties

Clean ...

Four stars hairpieces to greet me ... hanging from the sky like thumbtacks. The house seems deserted ... it seems. In recent years I have learned that nothing is ever as it seems at first sight. What a fucking situation ...
I receive assignments with the information I needed ... just the essentials. I do not want to know anything about that somehow keeps me tied to the matter of which I am. Within the old Mat, I take the envelope that I leave and go away ... all within seconds. Quick and clean ... not a chance I call Clean.
spit chewing gum wrapped in paper that, I take a ball and placed it on the dashboard. I went down, I leave the door open and the light switch the car off the mark. I do around the house ... no sign of life. Breath, I know that someone is alert beyond these walls of rough wood ... do not you take your neighbor's wife without having a minimum of "embarrassment" for what you are doing. The woman in question is one of the whores Slim ... saw something last night and is gone. Some mouth in search of easy bucks has spilled all over their "owner" of the goods and I'm here to solve the problem.
Quick and clean ...
The back door was ajar just stinks ... butt of a mile away. Does anyone know 'to receive visits and plans to fuck the fucking guest in this way. Fucking assholes ... and amateurs. There is no respect in this fucking world. Using a 22 silenced, I do not need too much power. On the back of the shed, a small structure that serves as a shed, I suggest the solution. Barefoot, I walk on the roof of the little hut of wood. Silent as a shadow by the window upstairs. ... Darkness is the darkness that comes to visit you, my little bad guys. Clack, flying on my right side and a rolling thunder gust, tells me that these assholes I'm not that stupid. Finish the somersault and three flop shot on the beams that hold the roof. A dull sound of a body goes limp. From below, shouting and shooting randomly at my feet. I get on the lifeless body of the "pigeon" and I crouched around ... hell. I take a chewing gum, the waste and put it in your mouth. Chew slowly ... I relaxes the nerves. Splinters of wood everywhere and whistles of high-caliber bullets that touch me. Silence ... dust and cordite smoke fill the air. The wool I have in my nose filters the air in an acceptable way ... never come without a little 'cotton for the nose in a dusty farmhouse where someone is waiting to make you armed your ass. I feel ... seems to be the first entries in three ... you can see the volume of fire just now. Silent Way towards the stairs where they came from. Granata line ... ... chewing gum. They are out the window. Jump to earth as quiet as a cat. By the back door that left turn. "Hey assholes ... flop flop ... fuck that ass.
I see the girl, bound and hooded head back on us ... the chair as a shield. The explosion is not strong, but the pieces of shit flying everywhere.
Ok ... done. I take the girl leaving her bound and hooded in my head ... I do not trust a bitch. Are shed from the car while the 'light at night.
No trace ... Clean.
Except ...

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