A PROTESTOR STOOD UP AGAINST POLICE BRUTALITY IN LEGO CITY
A PROTESTOR STOOD UP AGAINST POLICE BRUTALITY IN LEGO CITY
START THE UNMARKED POLICE VAN
HEY!
BUILD THE UNMARKED VAN AND OFF TO THE KIDNAPPING
PREPARE THE INFANTRY, OPEN THE BACK DOOR AND MAKE THE UNLAWFUL ARREST
THE NEW MILITARIZED POLICE COLLECTION FROM LEGO CITY
A PROTESTOR STOOD UP AGAINST POLICE BRUTALITY IN LEGO CITY
START THE UNMARKED POLICE VAN
HEY!
BUILD THE UNMARKED VAN AND OFF TO THE KIDNAPPING
PREPARE THE INFANTRY, OPEN THE BACK DOOR AND MAKE THE UNLAWFUL ARREST
THE NEW MILITARIZED POLICE COLLECTION FROM LEGO CITY
Hey Kripp, this is Martin, your highschool best friend. Recently, the words of ''Octavian Morosan streams a kids card game for a living" came through my ears. Its incredible how the time has passed. I remember the good old days when we used to run naked in my house, watching erotic channels at 12 a.m. and comparing each other's dick. I hope that your choise of stay in the closet is good enough to make you happy. Truly yours, Martin.
twitchquotes:I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.
I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.