Three years ago we went out to pick up a bottle of Whiskey in Montana and ended up knocking over a liquor store. The clerk managed to press the silent alarm and we spent the next two years on the lamb. Knocking over small town banks and 7-11's. Last they knew, we had settled down in the Pacific Northwest somewhere...but those closest to us know the truth. We have spent the last year running the largest brothel in Colombia where the women cut Cocaine by day and keep the rival drug lords content by night. Ahira even has his own "private" wing. Our next move, can't say. But it just might involve a small island off the western coast of a little nation called Canada.
hey what can you say... I like the idea of a part of a building being refered to as "my private", appended with anything else...
I think I refered to it for a while as "The Bandy Brothel", but you decided to throw your weight around and forced me to change it to the "Mandy Ranch"...
hey you better be glad those dances were so expensive... or you would have walked... I mean I would feel bad and all... but I thought she loved me... I mean she even gave me wholesale pricing...
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I think I refered to it for a while as "The Bandy Brothel", but you decided to throw your weight around and forced me to change it to the "Mandy Ranch"...
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