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Cool smiled. "Funny, Ed."

"So, we've stopped off here, and what have we accomploshed? We needed wheels and weapons, and we end up with neither? And I'm out a couple bucks of my hard earned cash from that Guido and his damn Safety first."

"We'll try again at the next small town, but we gotsta go"

"Yeah. Hit it."
 
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There was nothing to see for the next seventy miles or so, as they barrelled through the plains of northern Indiana. The men laughed and told jokes, and played with the face. The gas tank was light, and they needed food. Cool pulled off the highway and into South Bend.
 
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"There is no way you can wear this when it dries out, man."

"True. You know, now that I think about it, why not keep the dick tattoo. I mean, I just offed a dude.... who am I trying to kid. I'm begining to like this "fuckem" lifestyle."

"You and me both, brother."
 
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"Sweet criminy. I woke this morning having fired a gun or been around a fired gun a handful of times. Today? It's like I can't go anywhere without someone shooting." Ed said having noticed that he was no longer even momentarily startled by gunshots.

"Yeah, as much as I'd like to just shoot someone, it's kinda loosing it's luster, and we've got places to be." Coolbreeze added as he turned the page of the South Bend newspaper.
 
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"Look here Ed" say Cool, "It looks like this "Charlie Weis" guy and Notre Dame have been put on probation by the "N-C-A-A", for poll rigging and paying off voters", "Huh who would have guessed"


Ed:"Doesn't surprise me at all really"
 
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"Now, listen up, people!" yells Samuel L. Jackson. "Ain't nobody leavin' this place until I get me a McDLT. I know they don't make those no more, but I'm just sick and tired of eating a regular old Royale with Cheese, and I want these sum bitches to bring back the McDLT!"
 
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"Lets blow this popsicle stand."

"What?"

"you heard me, let's blow this popsicle stand."

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said. This isnt' 1985, buddy."

"Whatever." Ed looked out of the window. "Lets go."

The two stood up and made their way towards the exit. Jackson screamed at them, "Where do you two think you're going?"

Coolbreeze hesitated, "Man, this day has been more fucked up than you can imagine. We're outta here."

"Like hell you are" Jackson said turning his weapon on them.

Ed flipped him the bird as he opened the door. "Shoot me, Sam. I have a tattoo of a cock on my head, you think I give a fuck?"

Jackson chuckled. "Alright, you two can leave. The rest of you fucks keep yo damn heads down."

"Peace" Coolbreeze followed Ed out the door.
 
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