secret service?
the ongoing tale
A blue mercedes pulls out of a parking lot on a quiet Thursday
morning...unsuspecting...As the car rounds the corner, a white ghetto car
peaks out just over the driveway of the publix warehouse, shaded by a large
shrubbery to its left. The driver non chalantly grabs the phone and presses
memory, pulls out of the parking lot behind the mercedes and follows the
speedlimit, although sometimes pulling too far out into traffic.
When the speed dial is hit, she is connected instantly with Agent 151 as she
walks out of the 711 about 2 miles ahead on the road. She checks her watch
that is really a secret video camera and sees Agent Big S.
"What da dilly yo?" She questions as she puts a Krispy Kreme to her lips.
"Da Chronic, Girl. He just left T-con and is heading South toward ya'll.
Be ready. I'm already on his tail." The screen snaps shut and the curled
bombshell is out of sight. 151 drops her donut and leaps toward the Blue
Neon nicknamed Mollo and gets in her navigator position. The driver,
Dominatrix Da 5'10", is wearing tight leather pants, a black belly bearing
sweater and shades. She shows no signs of excitement. She only looks at 151
over her Armani glasses and says, "wanna go?". 151 pulls out her artillery,
2 super soaker water guns and two anti carter 9 MM. She lifts the hood on
her black sweatshirt that lies under a long trench coat. The car pulls to
the edge of the drive, engine revving, ready for the blue beauty to fly
by...
When it does, he'll know we are here.
This is the story of a loada crazy bitches and one backstreet boy.
We are NinasFeet. We are here. We are everywhere.
Tune in next time when you hear Nickarter say
Tha's the kahnda workout Ah lahk!
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