I really need to work on suppressing the urge to add 'bitch' to every sentence like, "Bitch, how you been?", "Bitch, sounds good", or "Bitch, let's go." My husband really doesn't care for it.
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I really need to work on suppressing the urge to add 'bitch' to every sentence like, "Bitch, how you been?", "Bitch, sounds good", or "Bitch, let's go." My husband really doesn't care for it.
@hangdogbanner -- ;
Ah, this one again. They never truly seemed to learn, did they? Someone had spoken of this Pyramid Head--a slow moving bastard with an enormous cleaver that dragged heavily behind it. The being moved in stilted motions, the sword dragging with a banshee’s screeching upon the blacktop. It seemed to be ignoring him, sighting instead a man just meters away who had either just arrived, or was in shock of it. At least that provided him with a distraction. Able to teleport from the midst of a telephone pole just parallel to Pyramid Head, the staggering undead hardly saw it coming when, from behind, he punched a hole clean through the bastard’s sternum. Gore and viscera spewed like a pressured blast before dribbling sickly down its chest, the undead groaning before collapsing in a dead heap.
Vlad only huffed, shaking off the worst of it. “Dumb piece of shit.”