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Originally Posted by [[ClARKEEPOOh]].

or where and were
it pisses me off!!!

lmfao.

Who are you telling?! Lol,
Jeez it just sets my ocd in overdriveeee.

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[[[ClARKEEPOOh]].]

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That in my sig tried to come at me saying he doesn't give two fudgcicles [EXACTLY how he spelled it] about if I see what he does and that I shouldn't take stuff he says seriously.

I told him if he doesn't want anybody taking what he says seriously then he shouldn't tag it in people's threads.

[[[ClARKEEPOOh]].]

BURN!!!!
bahahaha

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LMFAO.
Okay I'm almost done.

[[[ClARKEEPOOh]].]

Am I in it? (:

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Not yet dumpling!

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* *

“Okay, money? Check. Bags? Check. Guns? Ooh, can’t forget those!” Bill put his notebook and pencil down and reached for the guns lying between the two dead officers. Tom turned from his place in the doorway of the backyard and raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“Guns? Who else are you gonna kill?” he asked, dropping his now-finished cigarette on the concrete outside. Bill smiled.

“Whoever else decides to get in our way, Tomi.” Picking up the guns, Bill examined both of them. “Now, how do you put the safe lock on these things?” he put one of the guns on a stand next to him and began fumbling with the gadgets on the other. “How do…you work…these fucking…”

“Umm, Bill?” Tom tried to interrupt.

“Not now Tom, I’m busy,” Bill cut him off, now focusing intently on the gun in his grasp.

“You might wanna be care--”

A gunshot rang throughout the house, and dead silence followed afterward.

A slight smile found its way on Bill’s face, followed by laughter. “BILL!” Tom yelled, his eyes wide. Bill held his stomach as he laughed loudly at the sight of the fresh gunshot wound to the back of the white officer’s head.

“What?! It’s not like he’ll mind anyway! Get it, Tom? He won’t mind?” Bill doubled over in laughter at his own joke, and Tom couldn’t help but to crack a smile. His brother was quite the comedian, depending on if one was into sick comedy or not. As Bill continued to laugh, Tom noticed the crimson river seeping out of the officer’s head onto the carpet.

“You’re ruining your carpet…” he said softly. Bill continued to laugh.

“I don’t even give a fuck anymore! Half of my carpet is red anyway, why not make it all the way red!” Bill aimed the gun at the other officer and fired.

“BILL!” Tom shouted from the doorway, his eyes wider than before. “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” He walked over to Bill and grabbed the muzzle of the gun, taking it from his brother’s hands. “You can’t just fucking shoot the gun whenever you like! We have neighbors, Bill! LIVE neighbors; neighbors who are sleeping and don‘t mind calling the police again because they hear fucking gunshots now!” Tom grabbed the other gun and shoved them into a nearby traveling bag. “Don’t fucking touch them, or I’ll shoot you.”

Bill laughed. “You wouldn’t shoot me Tom. You love me too much, remember?” He hugged Tom from behind and laid his head on his shoulder. Tom frowned.

“I would if I didn’t.”

* *

“So where are we going Tom?” Bill asked, leaning his head against the window of the Audi sports car from the passengers seat.

Tom simply shrugged, focusing on the nearly empty road ahead of them. “I don’t know yet.” A moment of silence followed before Tom asked his next question. “Where do you want to go?”

Bill thought about it for a moment. Where did he want to go? “Home,” he blurted absentmindedly, looking at the white stripes on the road as they passed them by.

Tom frowned. “You know we can’t Bill.” Another moment of silence.

“Do you hate me?” Bill randomly asked, turning to face his brother, who came to a slow stop at the red light.

“What? Why the hell would you ask that?” he questioned in return, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

“Because,” he began, “I’ve dragged you into my mess tonight, and now you have to pay the consequences too instead of just me. I didn’t mean to, Tomi, I really--”

“I could never hate you Bill, you’re my brother,” Tom interrupted, watching his brother’s intense facial expression ease up, “I just hate what you’ve done.” Tom put his signal light on and made a right, turning into a Days Inn hotel parking lot.

“We’re not far enough from home to stop!” Bill exclaimed, staring a hole through Tom.

“Well I’m tired, and unless you plan on driving further than here then I suggest you saddle up and let’s go.”

[[[ClARKEEPOOh]].]

Lmfao!!! bill has a sick twisted mind.

But they should have drove further...to me
Lmfao *dead*