The grain of sand makes me feel revitalized after being hit by the Chevy. I start a new adventure with my face looking like it went through the blender, scaring everyone around me. Soon a bounty is placed on my head and I go underground. I go insane and go on a rampage out side. The SWAT team quickly disposes of me making me drop a half eaten Bacon Cheeseburger.
Bacon being against my religion (not really) I eat the burger before I look at it. Then, realizing the gross error I made, I proceed to commit ritualistic suicide.
So I crawl up out of a shallow grave beneath a pier (like a boss) and notice that someone dropped nine or ten screaming babies at the oceanside. This can only mean one thing: archery practice. I coax them downrange with a bag of Reeses' Pieces and then skewer the little bastards one by one. By the time I impaled the seventh one, some passerby human rights activists notices my deeds in progress and whips out a crowbar and bludgeons me back to the other side from whence I came. The murder weapon is left at the scene.
tl;dr: I go Robin Hood on the infants and some soccer mom crowbars me, the item dropped is a bloody crowbar.
I was planning a robbery but all I was missing was a crowbar to pry open the doors. I went walking around to a site where there were rumors of a Robin Hood siting and went to see for myself. When I get there I notice a bloody crowbar. I pick it up and go home to wash the blood off. The day then came when I decided to pull off my robbery. I go to the bank that I was planning to rob and used my crowbar to get in. I get to the vault door and realized there is a test you first have to pass to get in. Little did I know that this bank belonged to Rubix and fail the test to AAA RATO and I get sniped in the head.
I dropped a copy of Inception
Originally posted by TC_Pr0
I'm pretty sure God said this about the ten commandments.
Originally posted by Sprite-
I have a MAJOR problem with you. So ask me if I care. Stop whining.
At my funeral someone puts a plume from a pheonix on my grave. Not realizing that it would totally nerd-revive me, I stumble out of my grave revived and revitalized. I walk around and find a set of balls on the ground. Not knowing what to think I walk past it. I hope for the best on my walk, hoping that I will not meet death again for a long, long time. Not ten minutes later I meet the SWAT soldier that shot me, he goes crazy thinking I had somehow turned into a zombie, and shoots me dead on sight.
I drop snakeskin
(I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR BALLS, PMON >_<)
It is suddenly 1930 and I am returning from an auction at which I'd purchased a sleek new refrigerator weighing just 370lbs. Bereft a dolly, however, I am forced to carry the cumbersome appliance in front of me for the entire six block walk home. My visibility rather diminished, I snag myself first on a crack of sidewalk; then find myself prevented by a puddle of residual rain and muck; and finally render a small, yappy-sounding dog unconscious or dead by an 'accidental' chip with the corner of my new refrigerator. Feet away from my apartment door at last, I realize I have no plausible means of transporting the appliance to the seventh floor on which I live (despite my tremendous aptitude for moving it halfway across the city). Flummoxed, it suddenly strikes me that there is a coiled old snakeskin a little ways down the street surrounded by old men in robes performing some shamanic ritual. I call to them, desperate for some help in lifting the fridge up several flights of stairs, but angered at having been distracted the shamans opt to focus their energies on me, and summon a lightning bolt to strike me dead. A condor swoops in and claims the refrigerator to the skies. I drop my auction paddle.
[sorry i am reeeally high right now and this is just about the perfect game]
I could donate them to the sperm donor bank if you want. :3
also, if it were 1930, how would you get the snakeskin that I dropped in 2011? x_____x
(TPDNC)
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