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Bradley-What's going up, my homos?
Gang member 1- The fuck you just you say? You dissin' my homies?
Bradley-Uh, no. Can I join your gang?
Gang member 2-Skinny assed lil' punk, you outta your muthafuckin' mind?
Bradley- (starts crying) Oh please? I'll be your best friend!
Gang member 2-I dunno, man. You packin' heat?
Bradley- (Dull look)
Gang member 2-Have you got a piece?
Bradley- (Dull look)
Gang member 3-He means, do you even have a muthaf**kin' GUN, man?
Bradley-Oh no! Guns are SCARY! I went paintballing once once when I was
thirteen though
but it was so scary because-
Gang member 2-Shut the fuck up. You got a gang name?
Bradley-(Dull look)
Gang member 3- Oh fuck it, he ain't got no fuckin' gang name. Okay kid,
you're in.
Bradley-Yay! I'm so happy!
Gang member 3-Hold on a second, G. We want you to do us a favour first. You
see that guy over
there? The one with one eye and a scar across his face? Go over to him, spit
in his face and
call him a cock suckin' asshole.
Bradley-Okay! (He skips over to the tough looking guy)
Tough guy-The fuck you staring at?
Bradley-(spits in his face and calls him a cock suckin' asshole. When the
smoke clears, Bradley
has seven holes in his chest and a glass bottle through his head.
Bradley's gang- Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
DA END
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