allow me to rip, yet another, new ***hole. ahem...
naladude911 wrote:umm while you debate my speeding Ill give you an update. My friend (partner) betrayed me to touch my assassins boobs. in return he told her everything I do, my garage code and yea. He was the only person I told I was going to the gym.
stop calling this kid your friend. friends don't give random people a cod to access the inside of your house. i'm sure your parents would really appreciate you telling them that a bunch of high school kids knew the code to the garage after they come home to find all their s*** has been stolen and sold to buy adderall. dumbass.
naladude911 wrote:I go to the gym, my assassin's best friends BMW is sitting right in front. I leave, she follows. My assassin asks me to touch her boobs so she can get me out. Im like ehh, what about you know, prom date? shes like no I have one.
Anyways. I dont want the deal. Boobs are boobs. Shes messed up to. Addicted to cigs, does hard drugs.
two seconds ago, she was worthy enough to be your prom date, but since you got denied, again, she's now an undesirable, cigarette smoking, junkie? kid, get over yourself. dumbass.
naladude911 wrote:so i get chased by this BMW to whiteplains and then i turn around and head north. I get a text from my target "run, your assassin is in her friends car" I call my assassin, tell her she lied and shes in the car. We get into an intersection, light turn red. She gets out of the car and runs with a gun. light turn greens people honk at her.
We continue driving and my GPS f*** up. Its a dead in. I get boxed in. I call witnesses and they come, Im saved. Cops were almost called again. She was trying to break my window and random people were calling police.
Moral of the story.
The only person I can trust is my target.
here we go again with the poor driving. texting while driving, fussing with your gps while moving, a high school girl trying to break your windows? wtf is that? why do i highly doubt that's how it went down. you really need to stop lying to try and impress us with your lame a** stories. dumbass. as soon as i get a friday night off, i'm heading up that way to give you a lesson learning beating, like your daddy should have done a loooooong time ago. maybe i'll slap him around too. then grab your mom's ta-ta's. i still have your number, so don't think you can avoid me. and i know damned well you're too stupid to not answer the phone. dumbass.