Post by Da Funk on Aug 1, 2011 16:14:32 GMT -5
Da Funk: GAH! Where the hell am I?
Da Funk jerked awake as he saw where he was. It was total darkness where he was, and he could see nothing. Still there was a awful smell from whatever place he was in...
Da Funk: Oh don't tell me...
Da Funk put his hands out in front of him and pushed, lifting up the metal plate and letting the daylight shine on him. Now he could finally see where he was...the inside of a half-full dumpster, right outside the church of funkology.
Da Funk: What the hell did I do last night?!
Blinded by the sunlight, he jumped out of the dumpster and turned around the corner, running to the back door entrance straight to the church. He turned the knob, only to find that it was locked. He tried knocking, but on one answered. Then, as his eyes pondered, he saw a piece of paper sticking out from the bottom of the door. He franticly picked it up. Not much was written on it, but it was definitely not what da Funk wanted to see.
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Well hello Buzzsaw. I hope you enjoy your day job as a lumbah'jack, brutha', because believe me, when I'm through with you, you'll be in no condition to life those weights of yours and your lips will be about as able to talk smack as a dodo is ale to fly.
I apologize if I might be in a...hostile mood. But let's just say that things haven't been going so well for me. Y'see, I have been ditched by the people that I used to be able to trust, and now...well, let's just say I'm in a vengeful mood. So congratulations Buzzsaw, for ten minutes tonight you're going to be my bitch, and you are going to LIKE it!
Are you ready to see a different side of me this week people? Well I don't care if you are or not, but it will hapen my friends. It will happen.
Da Funk jerked awake as he saw where he was. It was total darkness where he was, and he could see nothing. Still there was a awful smell from whatever place he was in...
Da Funk: Oh don't tell me...
Da Funk put his hands out in front of him and pushed, lifting up the metal plate and letting the daylight shine on him. Now he could finally see where he was...the inside of a half-full dumpster, right outside the church of funkology.
Da Funk: What the hell did I do last night?!
Blinded by the sunlight, he jumped out of the dumpster and turned around the corner, running to the back door entrance straight to the church. He turned the knob, only to find that it was locked. He tried knocking, but on one answered. Then, as his eyes pondered, he saw a piece of paper sticking out from the bottom of the door. He franticly picked it up. Not much was written on it, but it was definitely not what da Funk wanted to see.
DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING BACK HERE AARON, YOU'RE NO LONGER WELCOME.
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Well hello Buzzsaw. I hope you enjoy your day job as a lumbah'jack, brutha', because believe me, when I'm through with you, you'll be in no condition to life those weights of yours and your lips will be about as able to talk smack as a dodo is ale to fly.
I apologize if I might be in a...hostile mood. But let's just say that things haven't been going so well for me. Y'see, I have been ditched by the people that I used to be able to trust, and now...well, let's just say I'm in a vengeful mood. So congratulations Buzzsaw, for ten minutes tonight you're going to be my bitch, and you are going to LIKE it!
Are you ready to see a different side of me this week people? Well I don't care if you are or not, but it will hapen my friends. It will happen.
