u should activate windows

+rep hates kolechian

gadzio more

It was a blazing hot summers evening. The temperature climaxed at a single point below 30. The hottest it's been in this God forsaken country. I walked down the streets, dragging my legs ahead of my backpack filled with souvenirs and perishables. As my eyes adjusted from the salty splash of my overactive sweat glands, straight ahead a slim, sly man sprung out of the side of a sawmill. It was him. The Absolute Thicc Unit, the leader of SkunkPissGang. My eyes shot up looking towards his eyes. I fixated my gaze at the infamous scar he brandished on his eyebrow. They say he fought a bog bear for it. Never has my body felt such shock.

As if a rush of keth, I felt my adrenal glands shoot into 6th gear. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ blast it! I whipped out my pistol, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ it and aimed at where The Unit stood - huh? Stood. Before. Dust particles caressed his now dissipating silhouette. As if in a movie, my hairs stood up. I could feel my focus centering and all senses highten. He must be somewhere. Then I heard it. The voice every one of us dreaded. "Alright pal, you have anything on you you shouldn't have?" Stevie. Horgan. Jocks - searched. Lamia? Topping. Gadzio? More. Do pici, I went to the gardai station. That's where I saw him one last time. The Unit. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ spy. If only they knew what I know now. He was the one selling the blue Armanis.

This man has killed people for being alive