The Macabees
13-05-2009, 06:08
Winston Thatche
CHAPTER 1: OH HE WAS A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW
It was a cold, dark night, and Winston Thatcher was walking the streets of central London. He looked intensely into the night, like any real English badass would do while walking alone. He was prepared for anything. Across his back was strapped a twelve-gauge shotgun. A holster on his hip carried his sidearm. Why didn't the police stop him, you ask? The five-oh don't fuck with him. He's not above the law, he is the law.
To his surprise, he's ambushed by three chavs. They surround him and taunt him, threatening to cut off his balls and shove them up his arse. But, they don't scare him, because he's a jolly good fellow.
"Give us all your money, mister! If you don't, we'll cut your balls off and shove them up your arse!"
Thatcher arched his right eyebrow, "Why are you all acting like bloody Pakis?"
"Don't give us any bullshit, mister!"
They did it. They pissed Winston Thatcher off. Nobody avoids his questions. He said the two words which meant certain death.
"Pip pip."
The shotgun came off his back in a flash, and within three seconds all three chavs were dead on the pavement.
He had a new job. Cleanse the streets of London to make it a better tomorrow. The chavs were first on his genocide list...
DON'T MISS CHAPTER TWO: MANCHESTER FUCKING UNITED
CHAPTER 1: OH HE WAS A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW
It was a cold, dark night, and Winston Thatcher was walking the streets of central London. He looked intensely into the night, like any real English badass would do while walking alone. He was prepared for anything. Across his back was strapped a twelve-gauge shotgun. A holster on his hip carried his sidearm. Why didn't the police stop him, you ask? The five-oh don't fuck with him. He's not above the law, he is the law.
To his surprise, he's ambushed by three chavs. They surround him and taunt him, threatening to cut off his balls and shove them up his arse. But, they don't scare him, because he's a jolly good fellow.
"Give us all your money, mister! If you don't, we'll cut your balls off and shove them up your arse!"
Thatcher arched his right eyebrow, "Why are you all acting like bloody Pakis?"
"Don't give us any bullshit, mister!"
They did it. They pissed Winston Thatcher off. Nobody avoids his questions. He said the two words which meant certain death.
"Pip pip."
The shotgun came off his back in a flash, and within three seconds all three chavs were dead on the pavement.
He had a new job. Cleanse the streets of London to make it a better tomorrow. The chavs were first on his genocide list...
DON'T MISS CHAPTER TWO: MANCHESTER FUCKING UNITED