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To beat or not to beat
-Karamazov-:
--- Quote from: Misereatur on 21 Oct 2008, 10:32 ---
Rip Berryrock, the famous detective, stepped onto the plane. He'd have the crook in no time. Once in the air, the waitress brought him cold water. It was his signature drink. He craved the stuff. The waitress had never seen a guy crave water that way, so she brought him another. He winked as he craved the fresh glass.
Rip got a phone call. The crook had skipped town! His expensive plane ticket was all for nothing! What would he do? Thinking quickly, he rolled down the plane window and asked the pilot to descend to fifteen feet. He saw the crook's car and shot him in the driving leg!
Later, at the hospital, the crook admitted that the jewels were in his pocket. Rip's bullet had narrowly missed them.
"Good job," said the police chief. "I didn't shoot the jewels because I knew where they were," said Rip. "Okay," said the police chief.
--- End quote ---
“Yo, Boss?” said the Mafia man. “It’s Johnny Phone Calls. Yeah, we got ridda’ the body.”
“Right boss,” he said. “Mickey Car Rides took ‘im out to Jersey and Freddy Guns did the rest.”
All of a sudden, a kid in a white outfit jumped over the wall and kicked the phone out of the crook's hand! "AH-GHEEB!" yelled Johnny, holding his phone hand. "I tink ya broke'd it!"
"I am sorry I did that, Johnny," said the kid, "but today I am ending the Mafia." "Aww jeez!" said Johnny. "You mean I'm outta a job?"
"You can be a repair man."
"Look out!" yelled Johnny. The kid turned around: too late. A hidden crook was only one second from kicking him.
Fortunately, the kid grabbed the guy's foot just in time and convinced him to quit the Mafia.
Later that night, sitting down with the President of the Mafia, the kid said how things would be from now on.
"No more red wine. It makes you act out.”
The President slapped his forehead. "No wonner we been-a so grouchy!"
The kid poured him a glass of cold water. "I drink this stuff every day, and I am as nice as I have ever been," he said.
Dimmukane:
Phillipe Fanfic?
Patrick:
You see, back in the day, we did business one way: if it's not capable of being hollowed out and filled entirely with cocaine and then sealed to keep the disguise up, we don't fucking want it near us. Nowadays these punk "mobsters" are making loads of money by shipping their blow in giant metal shipping containers on the sly, but they're so much easier to track by satellite. So when they're rotting away in prison for drug trafficking, possession with intent to sell, abuse of a controlled substance, and various drug-related murder offenses, us old-school mobsters? We gonna be ridin' easy.
Liz:
My mother is a fish.
tragic_pizza:
His penis was as thick as a Pepsi can.
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