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What a digusting lunch
Hopefully the food stuck on the bread as long as needed for the photo
don't blame my friend Redphoenx,"he has speaking english very not".
I'M SUCH A GREEDY MOTHERF....
ok so here is the plan.i'll enter the shop,ask for a pack of cigarettes.
if the man behind the bar gives it to me without a question:
-i'll say it isn't legal to sell tobacco to a kid
-i'll say i will tell anything to the police if he doesn't give me 50~100
here's the trick:
if it's the first time,he'll have to choose between loosing 100 or 3750.
if it's the second time he gets caught selling dope to kids,it's 1yr jail and 7500
if he doesn't give it to me,i'll say he saved 3750 (or 1 year and 7500),and that i am an anti smoker activist.
in both case,I think he will stop selling drugs to children.
so here is my question:am i an idiot and will this work?
anyway,don't forget to try this at home kids!
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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