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Jason: Sometimes couples stay together so long, (5+ years), that they don't really talk as they used to, but still likes their company.
Jason: I wonder what happens when it's 60 years.
Joe: maybe more of talking of those memories within 60 years.
Joe:
Jason: I dunno.
Jason: I think
Jason: one of them or the other will be dead. And the survivor gets another spouse.
Jason: -_-
Joe: or taking those money, and just liven their last few years such as skydiving and boogie surfing. -_-
Jason: yeah, and they'll be living life at large, mocking poor teenagers like us... well, I don't knwo about you, but I'm still 19 who's doing the work for the humanity of us.
Joe: soon, it will be our turn to mock at the next generation of poor teenagers. Indeed, that would be the last grandeur moments before the torch is turned over to the next group of mocking old geezers.
Jason: and they gather and turn into an old geezer's mafia-type, where they hire unsuspecting adults and turn them to their will. The hired help then quickly form a strip club so old geezers can get their sexual desires anytime they wanted to.
Joe: Then the revolution of the young 'uns regime begins, with the sounds of crashing of those a formed strip club full of old geezers whooping with their sexual desires peaking up at the hill. Then a cycle forms up.
Jason: A cycle of betrayal, with the young'un's desire of greed in play, when they saw all the beautiful women lined up to do the old geezer's bidding. They proceeded to form groups within themselves wanting the women only for themselves, and the regime became divided.
Joe: as the division forms, a 3rd party, full of ugly women, forms and begins a warlord group, leading with the most ugliest woman on the face of the earth. The warlord moves in the position and attacks the line of the beautiful girls being bidded by the hormon-driven men, nonetheless the age is. A war begins.
Jason: The beautiful women, unarmed and taken by surprise, begins to cry. Their male counter-parts, upon hearing this siren's cry, jump to defend them with brandished Swiss-Army swiss knives, ready to do their part to protect liberty.
Joe: Indeed, the sign of liberty was welded in the minds of men, savoring the death of the warlord. They, then forms up a government aimed at the liberty of hormone-driven men and their riches, which is the beautiful women beside their arms. Time flies, the sense of liberty overtook the countries of the world. Suddenly, a tiny group of converted insurgents forms up a black market of trading beautiful women for the gold plated swiss knives. Granted, the swiss knife is the strongest weapon ever made.
Jason: Outraged, the current government with what's left of them, were still with their precious assets: all the beautiful women, who cried at this trade market, proceed to make an army out of them. The beautiful women were trained to weild a gun, weild a knife, and weild one of their most important weapons: their boobs. The big-breasted women were trained to jump at these black-market peddlers to smother them with their breasts, when their mouths would be gasping on the nipples. Orgasmic juice flows from their body and nearly floods all of New York City, San Francisco, Miami, and other big-cities where the black market supposedly thrives.
Joe: The black market shrinks as the floods declines. The big-breasted women shouts a victory, and comes home to the homes of men who has took over the maternal duties of the house. Then the communities around the world rejoices and hosts an international fair, hosting the international army of big-breasted women who had defeated the thrived black market. They stand straight, boobs facing horizontally, as they propped their wielded guns to their shoulders. One big-breasted woman, one aged man walks, carrying the flag of the international government. Indeed, the flag was a symbol of a shadowed big-breasted woman with a winking thin man waving their own swiss knives.
Jason: As the big-breasted women merrily celebrated liberty once again, the head of the Old Geezer's Mafia, thought to be completely wiped out, chuckled at this scenario. "Things are going as I want them to. Today, there will be less outcry, and everyone will become collectively-minded with big-breasted women making sure things are good, and we will finally have control!" His comrades, who stood proudly besides him, nodded their heads in agreement. "It's about time too, Brother! These peasants out on the streets need to be slapped to discipline!"
Joe: As the mafia falsely celebrates with the flamboyantly women, every night they groups up with the head of the Old Geezer's Mafia, stationed at the old crusty building located underground, coordinating the most majorly regime revolution the big-breasted women would encounter. They create a type of face mask that would prevent the concealed breasts of those strong-willed women. As the time goes, they expands their arsenal with those insurgents who had been in the thrived black market, laying the most armored army ever made. As the brink of the New Year comes, they conforms in a plan that would turn the government in ground of shambles. The head of the Old Geezer's Mafia, associated with the leader of insurgents, says, "Tomorrow, the control will be ours!" The companies of armies, standing in formation, outcries, "Hoooah!"
Jason: Then there was a sudden broadcast that said, "I'm sorry to interrupt your programming, but we will be undergoing maintenance. Meanwhile, our producers will be having a nice night's sleep!" and then a radio message saying, "To be continued..." over and over again, hypnotizing people to keep listening to the broadcaster for the next news of this story.
Jason: what a break for us... sleep time!
Joe: haha
Joe: it was a nice story!
Joe:
Jason: I know, it was cool
Jason: i haven't done this type of thing since I was in middle school
Joe: haha
Joe: that would be a good entry in the LiveJournal
Joe:
Jason: I was thinkin the same
Joe: you could post it up.