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4.5 Hours, 275 Miles, $200, And An Explosive Package: A Hardcore Husky Tale
DoogCourics
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It was a regular Tuesday until I received a message that would change my life:
"I have what you want: you're going to bring me cash, and you're going to do it soon."
Instantly my life changed. Anxiety and fear gripped me. Even though it would take place in a public arena, I'd never been a part of an exchange like this. I'm not @Swaye or @USMChawk or the countless other Hardcore Husky heroes. I've never fought for American freedom against the terrorists. The stories, photos, and gifs I've heard over the last year and a half about the most notorious terrorist on these boreds had left me shaken. Iran Air, hostage negotiations, improvised explosive devices, a call for all gay Muslims to join the fight. It was the stuff of nightmares.
For all I knew, I would end up a prisoner in an exchange gone bad:
But what choice did I have? He was right. He had what I wanted, and there was nothing I could do but show up with the money and hope for the best:
So I get in my truck, and I drive. I drive for hours not knowing what dangers lie ahead. We agreed to meet in Tacoma so we could be Tac Town Tuff. If there was anywhere that I had to fight for my life, I'd want it to be done in Tacoma so everyone knew I died TUFF.
But when I got to the parking lot for the exchange, what I found blew my mind. No bombs. No guns. No vans or blindfolds or shouting for gays. Just some really nice guy smiling and dancing with music and friends:
There was @PurpleBaze with a smile, a handshake, and some kickass purple and gold Addidas that he'd never worn. With a simple exchange of cash forsex shoes, I got the shoes Addidas fucked me on, and Baze got the money he needed for hookers and blow continuing his expensive new Rolex addiction spurned on by @YellowSnow's hobby bored and the watch snobs that inhabit it.
It's been 2 days: the shoes fit, haven't fallen apart, and the box didn't blow up. There were explosives inside the package, but it wasn't an IED. It was just a pair of kickass shoes. For all I know there is a mic and gps planted inside and he's tracking my movements and stealing all my info. Oh well, he'll be disappointed in what he finds out about me.
Thanks @PurpleBaze, you've opened my eyes: Not all terrorists are bad all the time. And hopefully I've opened yours: Not all infidels need to be exploded on sight.
"I have what you want: you're going to bring me cash, and you're going to do it soon."
Instantly my life changed. Anxiety and fear gripped me. Even though it would take place in a public arena, I'd never been a part of an exchange like this. I'm not @Swaye or @USMChawk or the countless other Hardcore Husky heroes. I've never fought for American freedom against the terrorists. The stories, photos, and gifs I've heard over the last year and a half about the most notorious terrorist on these boreds had left me shaken. Iran Air, hostage negotiations, improvised explosive devices, a call for all gay Muslims to join the fight. It was the stuff of nightmares.
For all I knew, I would end up a prisoner in an exchange gone bad:
But what choice did I have? He was right. He had what I wanted, and there was nothing I could do but show up with the money and hope for the best:
So I get in my truck, and I drive. I drive for hours not knowing what dangers lie ahead. We agreed to meet in Tacoma so we could be Tac Town Tuff. If there was anywhere that I had to fight for my life, I'd want it to be done in Tacoma so everyone knew I died TUFF.
But when I got to the parking lot for the exchange, what I found blew my mind. No bombs. No guns. No vans or blindfolds or shouting for gays. Just some really nice guy smiling and dancing with music and friends:
There was @PurpleBaze with a smile, a handshake, and some kickass purple and gold Addidas that he'd never worn. With a simple exchange of cash for
It's been 2 days: the shoes fit, haven't fallen apart, and the box didn't blow up. There were explosives inside the package, but it wasn't an IED. It was just a pair of kickass shoes. For all I know there is a mic and gps planted inside and he's tracking my movements and stealing all my info. Oh well, he'll be disappointed in what he finds out about me.
Thanks @PurpleBaze, you've opened my eyes: Not all terrorists are bad all the time. And hopefully I've opened yours: Not all infidels need to be exploded on sight.
Comments
And I got pics!
I said you weren’t bad all the time.
A crackhead will do all sorts of things to fund their Rolex habit.
Holla at me if you got them 14s.
Awesome
But in this case the gen xer got rid of his athletic shoes to a millennial man without a cat.