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Slanted purple eyes watched from the vaulted eyre of a near-by Iroko. Down below, like a pair of hunting eagles, the two thugs circled closer and closer to their prey. The purple eyes narrowed slightly, and gloved hands shoved silently backwards to unsheated razor-sharp blades. As the unknown phantom watched, one of the bumbling thugs pulled out his 9mm. The phantom smiled grimly; any minute now. The report of the pistol shattered the deathly stillness of the night, and reality went to hell in a hand basket. Imitating the soundless and eternal flight of the peregrine falcon, the black shadow was down in a flash, his dark cloak billowing out behind him. The flash of the stainless steel reflected across Jimmy eyes just before it decapitated his head. He didn't even have a chance to utter a last cry. Shocked to his very core, Nick stood speechless. He didn't notice their quarry dashing away to safety - screaming her life's worth in the process. The black phantom moved like the wind. One minute he was slowly walking towards Nick; the next, the shinning blade zapped through the air and Nick was sliced to smithereens, spilling blood like a stuck pig. Calmly, the black shadow wipped his blade on the grass. Then he picked up the fallen picture and gently straightened up. The BOSS would be furious, of course. Nobody likes having his baby-dogs wasted. But that would be trouble for another day. For now, the black phantom had a bigger task - a task assigned him by the Coven of the Shadows. The picture was not enough, he had to find the girl. SHE was the chosen one. Hope i didnt complicate things too much ![]() |
wildbubble:My bubbly friend, you've got an unusual sense of humour. Or are you just being sarcastic? |
Hail, my back-bent black brothers And their sun-baked hearts of Oak Their eyes trained on the horizon Waiting for dawn's rays of hope! |
Amen. |
Ok, so what? Cats are a bore, anyway. |
Oh yea, you better stay the hell away from Uncle Justin! About the parrots, I guess it proves that God answers prayers. Can never tell what a parrot's gat on it's mind, can you? ![]() |
C'mon people, don't end the story. I didn't join in the telling 'cos I wanted to enjoy it without influencing the process. So, please, please, someone pick up the thread. |
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Nice post. Nice blogsite too, but I think you posted the Magic blog twice. You might want to review it. You can check my blogsite too at www.kezenwaka..com |
TOYOSI20: geez, a guy's got to explain every darn joke he cracks! The poodle was a b**** (you know, the female of a dog), as was its owner (in a figurative sense now); so the english fella was commenting that the Marine threw the wrong b**** out of the window. Get it now? ![]() |
A US Marine was on a train travelling from Winnipeg to Vancouver. The train was quite crowded, so the US. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well-dressed, middle-aged, Frenchwoman's poodle. The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that seat?" The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular, "Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat." The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog. "Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired." She snorted, "Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!" This time the Marine didn't say a word, he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down. The woman shrieked, "Someone must defend my honour! Put this American in his place!" An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir, you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you've thrown the wrong b***h out of the window. |
Saucekid, everywhere I go on nlnd, I find you. Abeg nobody should post again, i want to be the last here. |
If I was God, Iwould make myself a millionaire, then a billionaire, then a trillionaire, then a gazillionaire, then a - ahh, you get the idea ![]() |
Where is the duck-ward that started this silly thread in the first place? Maybe he should just say what happens after you do whatever he wants you to do. |
Make i spell my own: mekafu9. hmm, not so catchy. ok, make i try my full name (kaynine): mekafutokitoku .Hee-hee-hee, that's more like it! ![]() |
maybe I'm wrong, but i believe i've seen the joke before here at jokes-nld. but a good one all the same. And BTW Christina, no dey beef Tufe, afterall na females like you dey chase am ![]() |
Good'un, Mr. Milla.Sammy, know what i like about your jokes? They are SO simple, and SO clean. You could tell it to your 4-year-old son, and your wife won't throw a tantrum! ![]() |
Not bad, but I've heard it before. |
I'm sorry, ayinba1, but I really didn't get it. You never got around to hit the hammer on the nail. |
Are you promoting the books? I haven't read any of the books, so I can't comment. |
Chairlady? First lady? Please, i don't want to laugh yet. |
Shaz:Wow. Umm, Shaz, are you speaking English? |
@ poster: i don't much like romance myself, but that doesn't make them bad. One man's droppings could be another man's meat-ball, as they say. Anyway, I'm sure you can get all the romance you want (or rather, she wants) from any good book store - just go to the Mills n Boon or Silhoutte section (or just ask the seller for romance novels). Ciao |
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Ok, so what? Cats are a bore, anyway.
Good'un, Mr. Milla.