gameover82
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empire is like life a series of down-endings..all jedi had was a bunch of muppets
You know what? Last time you said that, I was kinda trippin', right? But now, you're right. I am crazy. And you know what else? I don't give a fukk. I don't give a fukk about you. I don't give a fukk about Steel. I don't give a *fukk* about Raheem, either. I don't give a fukk about myself. Look, I ain't shyt. And you less of a man than me, so as soon as I figure you ain't gon be shyt, *pow*! So be it. You remember that, motherfukker. 'Cause I'm the one you need to be looking out for... *partner*!
So, it's just you 57 cops against KUNG FU JOE? Master of KUNG-FU, KARATE, JIU-JITSU, and all kinds of other shyt you ain't never heard of! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!
he goin to cry in the car
You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us... we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, God forbid... cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fukking advanced, what are we doing working here?
I wanna shoot you so bad, my dikk's hard!
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shyt we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Man, you must love this fukking guy, 'cause he's the biggest p*ssy I ever met, the dude who lives his life according to everyone else's standards. "I have to go down to Florida and get married because that what's expected of me." And the fukking insane part is, he ain't even crazy about the chick he's marrying or Florida, never mind the fact that he's got a perfectly good chick right here in Jersey who he's nuts about, and even Anne fukking Frank could see she's nuts about him too. And she likes you for who you are, man. She ain't trying to stuff you into a box you'll never fit into, not to mention that she's carrying your hideous fukking chud of a kid. Jesus, if you had any sense whatsoever, you'd fukking stop trying to bray it up with the rest of the sheep and live your life the way it makes sense to you, you fukking ass.
You know what? Last time you said that, I was kinda trippin', right? But now, you're right. I am crazy. And you know what else? I don't give a fukk. I don't give a fukk about you. I don't give a fukk about Steel. I don't give a *fukk* about Raheem, either. I don't give a fukk about myself. Look, I ain't shyt. And you less of a man than me, so as soon as I figure you ain't gon be shyt, *pow*! So be it. You remember that, motherfukker. 'Cause I'm the one you need to be looking out for... *partner*!
So, it's just you 57 cops against KUNG FU JOE? Master of KUNG-FU, KARATE, JIU-JITSU, and all kinds of other shyt you ain't never heard of! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!
he goin to cry in the car
You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us... we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, God forbid... cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fukking advanced, what are we doing working here?
I wanna shoot you so bad, my dikk's hard!
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shyt we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Man, you must love this fukking guy, 'cause he's the biggest p*ssy I ever met, the dude who lives his life according to everyone else's standards. "I have to go down to Florida and get married because that what's expected of me." And the fukking insane part is, he ain't even crazy about the chick he's marrying or Florida, never mind the fact that he's got a perfectly good chick right here in Jersey who he's nuts about, and even Anne fukking Frank could see she's nuts about him too. And she likes you for who you are, man. She ain't trying to stuff you into a box you'll never fit into, not to mention that she's carrying your hideous fukking chud of a kid. Jesus, if you had any sense whatsoever, you'd fukking stop trying to bray it up with the rest of the sheep and live your life the way it makes sense to you, you fukking ass.
