The war on drugs
Drunken silly story made in 2010.
Cuba was in sitting in his tugboat in the ocean with hundreds of pounds of pot and cocaine in his cargo. He just smuggled kilos of marijuana and cocaine to England, Spain, and France. After receiving large sums of money from England, an I.O.U. from Spain, and the most spectacular blowjob a man can ever receive from France, he was going to smuggle pot and blow to America's children. Cuba gets a a text message from Florida requesting kilos of cocaine. Florida was hot but a little unkempt. She was Cuba's favorite client and slut.
"Oh yeah, a deal and a handjob! Can't wait!" Cuba says while rubbing his hands together greedily with his lit cigar still between them. It quite painful, actually.
Suddenly a helicopter flew overhead!
"YOU ARE UNDERARREST! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS OUT!" It was America! He was dressed like one of those guys from FARC.
Cuba turned up the crank and started to drive off. "I'M TOTALLY SERIOUS, MAN! STOP OR I'LL SHOOT!" Cuba took out his AK-47 and started shooting at the Helicopter. America screams and flys the helicopter erratically making all of his Burger King wrappers fly about.
"DUDE, CUT IT OUT! THAT IS TOTALLY NOT COOL!" Then America opened fires on Cuba. Cuba was able to hide in the wheelhouse but not until he was shot in the cojones.
"FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Screams Cuba. America felt bad. He won't want to be shot in the cojones so he assume that no one else did, either.
"Aw shit son, Are you ok!? Do you want me to massage it!?"
"Call an ambulance!" Cuba screams again.
"Are you stupid of something? An ambulance can't drive here!"
"Then let me board your helicopter so you can fly me to the nearest hospital!"
"No can do! This copter can only hold a certain amount of weight."
"Are you saying I weight too much?"
"No I'm saying you are fat!"
"¡USTED PINGA!" and Cuba limps out with his gun and shoots at America again. America flys about dodging the bullets. One bullets hits a door which opens it, causing one of the wrappers to fall out and land in Cuba's mouth! Somehow.
Cuba chokes on the double whopper with cheese wrapper and limps around the wheelroom. Shot in the cojón, choking on a cheeseburger wrapper, and now he was going to jail. Can this get any worse? Cuba then slips on the blood dripping from his cojones and goes tumbling down the bridge ladder, busting his head open.
America stares wide mouth of this ridiculous bullshit he created. He had his Chibitalia (?) fly the helicopter as he lowered himself to the boat. He wrote a note as Cuba saying he committed suicide. Before he left, he noticed Cuba's drugs. He opened a bag of cocaine and did a line and realized this was some really good stuff! He took all of Cuba's drugs and sold them and became really rich. It turned out that drugs aren't so bad after all!
The End
Cuba was in sitting in his tugboat in the ocean with hundreds of pounds of pot and cocaine in his cargo. He just smuggled kilos of marijuana and cocaine to England, Spain, and France. After receiving large sums of money from England, an I.O.U. from Spain, and the most spectacular blowjob a man can ever receive from France, he was going to smuggle pot and blow to America's children. Cuba gets a a text message from Florida requesting kilos of cocaine. Florida was hot but a little unkempt. She was Cuba's favorite client and slut.
"Oh yeah, a deal and a handjob! Can't wait!" Cuba says while rubbing his hands together greedily with his lit cigar still between them. It quite painful, actually.
Suddenly a helicopter flew overhead!
"YOU ARE UNDERARREST! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS OUT!" It was America! He was dressed like one of those guys from FARC.
Cuba turned up the crank and started to drive off. "I'M TOTALLY SERIOUS, MAN! STOP OR I'LL SHOOT!" Cuba took out his AK-47 and started shooting at the Helicopter. America screams and flys the helicopter erratically making all of his Burger King wrappers fly about.
"DUDE, CUT IT OUT! THAT IS TOTALLY NOT COOL!" Then America opened fires on Cuba. Cuba was able to hide in the wheelhouse but not until he was shot in the cojones.
"FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Screams Cuba. America felt bad. He won't want to be shot in the cojones so he assume that no one else did, either.
"Aw shit son, Are you ok!? Do you want me to massage it!?"
"Call an ambulance!" Cuba screams again.
"Are you stupid of something? An ambulance can't drive here!"
"Then let me board your helicopter so you can fly me to the nearest hospital!"
"No can do! This copter can only hold a certain amount of weight."
"Are you saying I weight too much?"
"No I'm saying you are fat!"
"¡USTED PINGA!" and Cuba limps out with his gun and shoots at America again. America flys about dodging the bullets. One bullets hits a door which opens it, causing one of the wrappers to fall out and land in Cuba's mouth! Somehow.
Cuba chokes on the double whopper with cheese wrapper and limps around the wheelroom. Shot in the cojón, choking on a cheeseburger wrapper, and now he was going to jail. Can this get any worse? Cuba then slips on the blood dripping from his cojones and goes tumbling down the bridge ladder, busting his head open.
America stares wide mouth of this ridiculous bullshit he created. He had his Chibitalia (?) fly the helicopter as he lowered himself to the boat. He wrote a note as Cuba saying he committed suicide. Before he left, he noticed Cuba's drugs. He opened a bag of cocaine and did a line and realized this was some really good stuff! He took all of Cuba's drugs and sold them and became really rich. It turned out that drugs aren't so bad after all!
The End