so I'm getting wasted with some friends in an alley in West Berlin. the alley is right across from the Berlin Wall, and one of my buddies dares me to write the word DACHSHUND on the wall with a blowtorch. I take the dare. I'm having a ball, doing some swirls and calligraphy and shit, it's like a charcoal pencil on steroids. All of a sudden the torch explodes, blasts a hole through the wall, and kills an East German cop. My friends freak out and run away, but I just kinda stand there gawking at the dead body and heaps of smoking rubble. Fucked up, huh?
Then an American soldier parachutes from the sky and lands on the east side of the wall, right next to the dead cop. He slips the wedding ring off the dead guy's hand, tosses it in the air, and shoots it to pieces with his handgun. And then he chops off the cop's hand with a fireaxe, picks it up, and starts eating it like an apple. He winks at me and goosesteps down the street toward the American embassy. I giggle. End.
wtf does this mean???
― Bud Pinton, Sunday, 12 November 2006 01:22 (eighteen years ago)
― pabs (Pablo A), Sunday, 12 November 2006 04:13 (eighteen years ago)
― am0n (am0n), Sunday, 12 November 2006 06:19 (eighteen years ago)
― sometimes my entire life be like DAMNNN! (tehresa), Monday, 13 November 2006 04:56 (eighteen years ago)
― Tongue Metonym, Monday, 13 November 2006 05:30 (eighteen years ago)
― roc u like a ยง (ex machina), Monday, 13 November 2006 23:15 (eighteen years ago)
I giggle. End.
― arugula (unregistered), Thursday, 11 December 2008 09:34 (sixteen years ago)
these guys were 'indie electro' 30 years ago
― redmond, Thursday, 11 December 2008 10:49 (sixteen years ago)
scranton is like berlin under hitler
― harbl, Thursday, 11 December 2008 12:22 (sixteen years ago)