Quackers
The Frog
**100% truth right here**
I woke up outside CFC OT, with a massive hangover and a poster named Tekee rummaging in my pockets. I managed to push him off me and hoisted my battered body up by the conveniently placed metal railing. I said where is the way to Civ 4 strategy guides for German civ?
He ignored me and said "come with me Quackers, for all ye kebabs and riches await in the land of milk and honey". For a while I hesistated, but then I gave in and followed him into a bright red door which seemed to suddenly appear in the brick wall on the oppsite side of the alleyway. He led me up a dimly lit winding staircase, muttering under his breath complaining about some Slavic cultural celebration was being cancelled because it occured during black history month.
Eventually we reached the pinnacle of the staircase, he paused and turned to face me, I could smell greasy kebabs and strong vodka on his breath - he tried to swing at me but i said "NO, EXPLETITIVE OFF" and sidestepped him - he fell down the staircase and stopped his whole body became very still.
BANG
Screeching voices and throaty, gutteral laughs in the ominiscent darkness going on and on and on....
I woke suddenly, the laughs and screams became silent. I peered out the corner of my eyes and saw a large group of bow legged, hunch backed, creamy skinned, bug eyed monsters. I almost let out a scream but then I realised, oh, they are just Polish people.
I woke up outside CFC OT, with a massive hangover and a poster named Tekee rummaging in my pockets. I managed to push him off me and hoisted my battered body up by the conveniently placed metal railing. I said where is the way to Civ 4 strategy guides for German civ?
He ignored me and said "come with me Quackers, for all ye kebabs and riches await in the land of milk and honey". For a while I hesistated, but then I gave in and followed him into a bright red door which seemed to suddenly appear in the brick wall on the oppsite side of the alleyway. He led me up a dimly lit winding staircase, muttering under his breath complaining about some Slavic cultural celebration was being cancelled because it occured during black history month.
Eventually we reached the pinnacle of the staircase, he paused and turned to face me, I could smell greasy kebabs and strong vodka on his breath - he tried to swing at me but i said "NO, EXPLETITIVE OFF" and sidestepped him - he fell down the staircase and stopped his whole body became very still.
BANG
Screeching voices and throaty, gutteral laughs in the ominiscent darkness going on and on and on....
I woke suddenly, the laughs and screams became silent. I peered out the corner of my eyes and saw a large group of bow legged, hunch backed, creamy skinned, bug eyed monsters. I almost let out a scream but then I realised, oh, they are just Polish people.
Guys, we need to get Linkman226 to Hanoi, 2 palettes of Fosters beer, some pizza paddles and a priest stat!
