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Post by phantom general on Mar 21, 2005 2:09:38 GMT -5
*walks in shoots the cop dead with a CV-47 machine gun then casually sits downand puts away the gun as if nothing happened* a pint of red tea, i'm thirsty. and be quick or you'll end up dead!
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Mar 21, 2005 2:20:22 GMT -5
*filmed what PH did*
I fillmd that for future refrence..No telling what some vidios of people killing people can tell you....
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Post by phantom general on Mar 21, 2005 3:17:18 GMT -5
*pulls out a tommy gun walks outside then provokes the cops into calling the millitary to stop me then i walk back in satisfied holding the gun over my shoulder* that'll show the cops. *walks back out, more gunshots and explosions can be heard from outside i walk back in holding a portable air strike* heh, they claim tanks have good armor, they were wrong. *sits back down*
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Post by Chupa Spotter on Mar 21, 2005 15:06:55 GMT -5
*Walks in bar* Where the fuck am I?
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Post by phantom general on May 19, 2005 0:29:55 GMT -5
*walks up to the karioke machine(no bar is complete without one) puts in a CD and begins singing*
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all it was you and me Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy and some taste Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
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