06-17-2018, 06:55 PM
Stay home. Put Blink into the radio and get wasted and fap. What happens at Brads, stays at Brads. Save your money. STAY AWAY FROM VEGAS. Or you might strike up a conversation with this guy who says he is Andy's brother. Then you will be intrigued to get a picture so you can post on FB and he will ask you back to his hotel room so you guys can call Andy on the phone. Then he says he needs a shower and comes out with a sign naked. Instead of a cell phone, he's holding this sign.
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Then in shock, you will try to roll away feverishly. But the elevator is broken, now your only chance is the stairs. It's gonna hurt and you know it, but it's the better alternative so you go for it. So you try to make it down with big red in pursuit. But you got wheels, you can do this. Yet, some stupid hick from Ohio got tired as he was carrying car ramps to his room to keep them from getting stollen and laid them on the transition.
Your panicked and going at a high rate of speed down those steps. You hit the ramps and they launch you through the window and you fly out (slow motion with Limp Bizkuit - The Nookie tune) playing in your head. A police helicopter just happens to be flying by and you grab a rope hanging from it. (forgot to mention you were on the 32nd floor, because that's where they put cripples).
So as you grab the rope, you chair flies down to the earth and shatters like a piece of crystal. But wait? Thanks to Vegas, theres a NASCAR race that weekend and the pit crew was walking out of the hotel and seen your dispair. So they run to the chair, change the tires and do a little welding to the frame as you lose your grip and fall right into it knocking you a little silly. After a few seconds, you come to your senses and realize that your chair can now go 200mph? WTF? It also has ski's on the front so you can "James Bond your ass up and down a flight of steps.
Then, you think, I'm gonna ski over this guy. So, you kick the shit into gear and your climbing steps faster than Hussein Bolt. As you get to the 32nd floor and are parked in front of the door? Out walks the guy who drove the car into a tree. You slap that wheelchair transmission into gear and destroy him like Burfict will do to juju this year (common, we all know its going to happen). Then you are left with the red headed guy who tried to steal your wheelchair virginity.
You burn the shit out of your tires and launch his ass out the window. You watch him scale down to the street in a bloody ending. Then? You look in his wallet and find out he's an attorney named Frederico Whiteguytana. There's a part of you that feels guilty, there's a part of you that feels redemption. But? Something you missed in all this was a briefcase. So you go to it and open before calling the cops (seriously, 1000 people have already done that so good move).
As you sort through the documents, you find your birth certificate. Fred was your father. Now your pissed. WTH was he doing jumping in front of me trying to act like Andy Daltons brother when all he had to do was tell me the truth? Bottom line, Lawyers lie like hell and so do people in Vegas. Stay home and Fap!
Then in shock, you will try to roll away feverishly. But the elevator is broken, now your only chance is the stairs. It's gonna hurt and you know it, but it's the better alternative so you go for it. So you try to make it down with big red in pursuit. But you got wheels, you can do this. Yet, some stupid hick from Ohio got tired as he was carrying car ramps to his room to keep them from getting stollen and laid them on the transition.
Your panicked and going at a high rate of speed down those steps. You hit the ramps and they launch you through the window and you fly out (slow motion with Limp Bizkuit - The Nookie tune) playing in your head. A police helicopter just happens to be flying by and you grab a rope hanging from it. (forgot to mention you were on the 32nd floor, because that's where they put cripples).
So as you grab the rope, you chair flies down to the earth and shatters like a piece of crystal. But wait? Thanks to Vegas, theres a NASCAR race that weekend and the pit crew was walking out of the hotel and seen your dispair. So they run to the chair, change the tires and do a little welding to the frame as you lose your grip and fall right into it knocking you a little silly. After a few seconds, you come to your senses and realize that your chair can now go 200mph? WTF? It also has ski's on the front so you can "James Bond your ass up and down a flight of steps.
Then, you think, I'm gonna ski over this guy. So, you kick the shit into gear and your climbing steps faster than Hussein Bolt. As you get to the 32nd floor and are parked in front of the door? Out walks the guy who drove the car into a tree. You slap that wheelchair transmission into gear and destroy him like Burfict will do to juju this year (common, we all know its going to happen). Then you are left with the red headed guy who tried to steal your wheelchair virginity.
You burn the shit out of your tires and launch his ass out the window. You watch him scale down to the street in a bloody ending. Then? You look in his wallet and find out he's an attorney named Frederico Whiteguytana. There's a part of you that feels guilty, there's a part of you that feels redemption. But? Something you missed in all this was a briefcase. So you go to it and open before calling the cops (seriously, 1000 people have already done that so good move).
As you sort through the documents, you find your birth certificate. Fred was your father. Now your pissed. WTH was he doing jumping in front of me trying to act like Andy Daltons brother when all he had to do was tell me the truth? Bottom line, Lawyers lie like hell and so do people in Vegas. Stay home and Fap!
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