CL Said She'd Die Faster If She Hung Out With Me
Turns out she was right, though not by much. And hey, if the Mafia would just stop threatening me I might even live a little longer!
But I doubt it, I plan on snuffing out some of their guards next week. That's sure to piss them off.
Hey Cindy-Lou, wanna come along? =p
2 Judgements:
Hells yeah I'm in! Can we drink and drive there though? With no seatbelts on?
Umm. Drinking might impair my sniper cat like reflexes. How about a compromise, after the killing spree we'll get smashed and drive over to a MADD meeting? No seatbelts, I promise.
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