Picture this, you are walking down the street and you hear the most hardcore thrash sound EVER. You listen behind in the alleyway for a few and vow to return later with your friend who also enjoys said music.
You return later to find that the crazy music is gone. Your buddy who you brought along knocks on the door to the garage and a bloodcurdling deathmetal scream exlodes from the warehouse. You and your two buddies are so fearful for your lives that you scatter and meet up at a local establishment.
You begin to walk down to Rite-Aid to purchase junk food and BAM one of your friends is straightarmed by a 300 pound skinhead covered in tattoos from head to toe and he turns to your other friend and begins to scream in his face for a short time until he leaves in a scary as hell cloud of dust.
You attempt to shrug off the adrenaline and continue with your buisness. You find five dollars on the ground at a gas station(WIN!) and then are promptly questioned by the cops.
THE END
true story btw
You return later to find that the crazy music is gone. Your buddy who you brought along knocks on the door to the garage and a bloodcurdling deathmetal scream exlodes from the warehouse. You and your two buddies are so fearful for your lives that you scatter and meet up at a local establishment.
You begin to walk down to Rite-Aid to purchase junk food and BAM one of your friends is straightarmed by a 300 pound skinhead covered in tattoos from head to toe and he turns to your other friend and begins to scream in his face for a short time until he leaves in a scary as hell cloud of dust.
You attempt to shrug off the adrenaline and continue with your buisness. You find five dollars on the ground at a gas station(WIN!) and then are promptly questioned by the cops.
THE END
true story btw
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