Jeesh man.. don't you have anything better to do then making useless post's without any sence of knowledge?
And if you want to hear my story... Well, to bad for you.. Since i guess you have something better todo..
Fuck you Helger.. now you are going to read this wall of text
It was a day like any other.. I woke up in the morning i went to school. Once i came home i got an text message : come to the Lidl(thats where me and my friends always chill).. So i came there and i heard that one of the people i chilled with back those days.. got some problems with a few guys.. So we were like hahaha.. lets get those faggots.. 3 hours later.. we were all prepared.. Scooters.. check. Guns check.. hoodies Check.. Ammo Check.. We asked the guys to meet us at the local school.. My heart beat was slowly slowing down.... i felt like.... like.. i cant explain the feeling.. it was so intense.. to look to the guy you are about to shoot.... 4 seconds later i felt all adrenaline.. Then a mate said : lets pop em.. Well.. it was either betraying my friends or pull the trigger... Ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata.. Boom i just killed someone.. my hands started shaking.. everything was shaking.. My friend told me to hang on tight.. we drove away.. We then came to some place quite.. we were looking at each other.. no one said a goddamn word.. No one.. We were all shaking looking at the sky.. praying for god to forgive us.. We heard sirens all over the place.. They were looking for us... We went totally crazy.. we aimed our guns at each other.. screaming : SOMEONE WHO FUCKING SAYS A WORD ABOUT THIS TO THE COPS IS GETTING FUCKING SHOT... At that moment.. i never felt so much power and saddness.. 3 days later.. 6 AM in the morning my door got slammed in.. the "Swat" was storming in my house.. they ran to my room screaming wake up wake up.. and before i realized i was in my underwear in a swat van.. 2 weeks i didnt say a word.. i just stared.. just stared at the fuckign walls.. i was to frightnent to say a fucking word.. then.. 2 weeks went by.. a cop came in.. he said you are under arrest for murdering Gijs, Kees,Piet and Kelvin.. then i thought my life was over.. And now iam a free man!
Too lazy to read.
Originally Posted by Toxin
O lawd. I read like the first 3 words.
me too *puts hand up for a berdy white boy high five*
She paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist, the paint brush is a razor, and the canvas is her wrist.