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Home of the Dead 5 (Trapped in the Mother's Tang-Forester)

By 1922-1993 at 2009-12-13 | Serious, Drama | Printable version

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I awoketh, but failed to riseth much.  Mine was the next dimension, the one with the jelly head; the one with the brains spread thusly on the toast.  I had a black eye.  All four of 1922-1993's hands were tied, like, restrained behind his gross-ass back: a blanket of duct tape smashed snuggly across his lips and eye lashes.  We were surrounded by dynamite - fuses of the essence.  Next, I managed to cut loose the left hand, which fired instinctively to my hoo-ha.  Ever so slightly, with the most carefullest, bone breaking precision, I dislocated my back (in order to blow myself).  Shards of spine shard crept from the corners of my mouth.  The sweat poured off my brow and trinkled hottly on the nuts.  1922-1993 had freed all four hands and was making haste on his three quarter stick.  Ours was a race against time.  

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