IRC-Galleria

When this whole story begun,i was only five or six years old. It all started from a small human error by Don Waxol-Xante. He was a clumsy man. My part in these strange series is minor but still, in some level,relevant. About eleven years from the accident i had moved in with a bunch of loafers. I was trying to get rid of them cos it was really my house,they just wanted to live there. One day i came home and realised that i were part of this wery important thing wich didnt quite understnd yet. It turned out that i had promised to my good friend Frech Doyler that i would go and have some fun with him. "What ever" i thought and went to eat my hunger off. As i ate i realized that i was bored,i had to do something nice. I chose this cheasy night club to be my place of nicenes. Inspite of all odds,the owner of this shitty club was Don Waxol-Xante. As he introdouced himself to me,he felt down and died. I felt good to see someone to screwup that bad,yet sad for seeing him die like that. The next morning i woke up next to a beatiful woman. I thoughed that i had experiensed my first happy ending. I was wrong. The woman next to me woke up,yelled at me in some strange language and took my money as she left. So i thought i´d go for a round of pool and for a few beer of choise.











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