Monday, April 11, 2005

 

When They Come For You

Estrada ever so coolly slid back into his '83 Chevy Caprice cruiser and popped in his Inner Circle 8-Track tape. He had it custom made so he could do his job the right way... the only song on it being "Bad Boys", on an endless loop.

He fastened his seat belt, adjusted his mirrors, checked his blindspots, started the car, turned on his blinker, checked his blindspots again, made sure no children were playing in or around the vehicle, tuned the dispatch radio to the proper frequency, checked his blindspots once more, used the biker's turn signal with his arm, and finally slowly advanced the cruiser into the deserted street.

He got up to 40mph and no further than a block away when SCREEEEEEEECH... he slammed on the breaks after noticing a baby's pacifier on the dashboard. "What in the B.A. Barracus is this?" he asked aloud...
Comments:
i'm biting my hand so fucking hard right now so i won't break into hysterical laughter in my cubbyhole!!! it fucking hurts!!!
 
hahahahah yes! i'm at home so i'm just screaming freely
 
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