I was using it to go 'Tard-running, and on the last one, the front wheel got caught in the eight inch crater in this guys forehead. Totally fucked up the motor. So, I smacked that bitch across the face, tied him up, and dropped him off at a white supremacist meeting.
If Rainman thinks he can mess with me, I'll show him how we do things upstate.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
