Ultimate Warrior off the ropes...

[xhangthedjx]

Harold stood in the doorway and nervously fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. He never much liked parties, too many people, too much noise. He made a drink for himself; Whiskey and whiskey. He gulped it down and wiped the last few traces of it off his face, licked his fingers and reached for a cigarette. His face was badly scarred from acne, and

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[xhatchetx]

Jay pulled his pants down quickly. Something about Mexican food always seemed to disagree with him. He was just in time, as his back side became a portal from the turd dimension. You know, it's not everyday you kill 34 nazis, all while eating a burrito, but that was just the sort of charmed life that Jay was used to. Things were flowing fine, except there was just one last square of toilet paper.