Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Oh Hell.

I encountered on e of my old coworkers today. A proxy by the name of "Fuccare". He's very smart and sophisticated. Knows Latin.

Anyway, I was just sitting down at a Burger King, ready to eat a delicious burger, when suddenly the windows shatter, there's gunshots, and I hear the unmistakable voice of Fuccare shouting something like "Canem mordet vir!" I have no idea what that means, but I assume it to be something profound.

Anyway, I ducked my under my table until the gunshots stopped, then I peeked out to confirm that he was gone. Then I settled down to start eating...

...and my burger was all shot to hell, and so full of bullets that it had become inedible. DAMN YOU FUCCARE!

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