User blog:Princeofallsalads/What's New?

Let me preface this by saying that I'm a very lazy person.

Alright, with that out of the way, let me begin. It was a cold winter here in my SoCal beach city, and I swear it dropped below 70 at least once. So yeah, it was cold. To keep myself occupied, I began dowloading copious amounts of CP (as any sensible person would do).

So one day, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it up to see men in black suits, and behind them, yes, the dreaded party van.

And so the chase began.

I leaped out the back window and hopped my back fence. I started running down the steep overgrown hill behind my house. They began firing their guns at me. One even grazed me on the shoulder. Anyway, I made it into San Juan, a little city just behind my house. I saw my chance to escape and jumped into the back of a pickup truck full of migrant workers. The party van drove by a few times, but I was an expert at hiding myself due to the many hours of Assassin's Creed I had put in.

After awhile, I thought I was safe, so I got out of the bed of the truck. I started to make my way back to my house, so I could get my computer. I didn't want to lose all my, ah, files. But it was a trap. I entered through the backdoor and hang a left so I could get to the stairs.

There, sitting in my kitchen, was one of the agents. He reached for his gun, but I grabbed a nearby knife and threw it at him, fatally wounding him. I took his gun, and turned just in time to see a large host of agents bursting into my home. I gunned down At Least 100, but I ran out of ammo and was subdued. I was in a maximum security prison, but Last Thursday I was released.

Disregard that. I may infrequently edit again from time to time. Who really cares though?