Tuesday, April 3, 2012



Yeah, Captain Lynch with the neighborhood Mob.


Yeah, huah, huaah, huaahh, I keep tryin'.

What you got?

Another bad actor, these a-holes always huah, huaah, huaahh get away.

He's running away?

Huah, huaah, huaahh, huaahhh Don't know how they move so fast with all that hardware.

You're chasing him?

Huah, huaah huaahh, huaaahhh F'ing coon.

We don't need you to do that.

Huaaahh all you do is huaahhhh huaaahhhh answer the fucking huaahh huaaaahhh phone.

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Huaaahhhh stohuaaahhhp STOP!

Why you following me?

Huaahh hand huaaah huaaah it over... Who the fuck you thhuaaahhhink yohuaaahu are, Ice T?

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Officier, I had to shoot.  Self defense.

What happened to your head?

I was just gonna grab him, but he juked me out, and I fell on my fat ass.


Well, partner, what do you think?  If we let him go, before you know it Al Sharpton and his gang will be down here.

Let's take him for a ride, maybe take him in, and think about it.


All and all, it looks like a legit shoot to us.

Yeah, besides, even if Sharpton comes, no one else gives a shit.  In New Orleans all they protest over is their millionaire scab coach being bitch slapped..

You're free to go Captain.

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