Byrone v. Dan (Tape Delay) (1 Viewer)

[Rami]

Dammit!! I put two quarters in the parking meter but forgot to tie it (We have sophisticated camels nowadays with handbrakes)

 

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[Zé Tahir]

Dammit!! I put two quarters in the parking meter but forgot to tie it (We have sophisticated camels nowadays with handbrakes)

 

[The Pado]

Hey, it's Byrone.

I see you learned about our boy Dan -- All the brains, none of the balls.

 

[3pac]

When you're as loaded as me, you can buy both (primarily south american, though)

 

[Enron]

Hey Pado,
My fappy goes like 05.

 

[Byrone]

Hey, it's Byrone.

I see you learned about our boy Dan -- All the brains, none of the balls.

sup pado!

 

[Hydde]

Holy MOlly!!!!!! this thread is PURE GOLd!
shit funniest posts on decades!!!!!

im shitting my pants in laugh !!



++++rep enRon... u are a frikkin entertainer!



BTW, rep should be disabled

With his reppability, street cred, and national security threatened, Byron, Champion of RSA had to rise up in the name of Almighty Poonany. Though he may have come out with a low blow, it was apparent as he fed his Mag 10 a clip that a quick tempo was needed to swing things his way for the moment

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Realizing the ability of his opponent, Dan hid behind a car pretending to reload his Nines, secretly Dan used his cell to call in air support in the form of a daisy cutter by the name of MOD. Byrone seeing a weakness in his opponent crouched to attack

Bryone realizing his time was limited. Burst into a furious barrage of bullets and a bullets and bullets. The sky was alive with metal my friends!!!!

Feeling the bite of metal on bone, Dan pulled it out again. What did he pull you ask? Wananananana!!!!! The Age Card.

Dan, a true trickster, knew this form of attack could not be countered as he went in for the kill. Some say he had a smile on his face that day.

And the battle raged on, hand to hand, face to face, blood, guts, and steel as all bullets were now casings on the dusty streets of juventuz.com.

But Byrone wasnt going out like no punk bitch. He could notice the shadow from above kept getting bigger though he wasnt sure what it was. He only knew that Dan had run and dove through a nearby building. Sensing he had pulled victory from the throat of the Grim Reaper himself Byrone made a proclamation of proclamations.

When the dust settled, Dan crawled from the wreckage victorious and waffleless.

The moral of this story is
unless you have waffles you aint shite.

A Guerrilla Warfare Diary that even the Che Guevara himself would be proud of!.

Hail the hero enron