a pithee by Leslie Lilywhite In the dark of night, or light of day There are none who can escape the chicanery of Lilywhite! Yet I don't believe in something for nothing! So in place of you're treasures; which you so kindly secured I've left you this prose; never forget the dungeon crow! I am Leslie Lilywhite! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ For far too long, the narc lords have passed over the guard line with nary a worry. But Leslie, fed up with the endless debates in the courts of law, took matters into his own hands. With a smile and vengeance, he claimed for himself the head of the king of heroin!
Heroin is a guildie! I demand a duel to take his head back And yours will look delicious on my castle walls
Alternately, I propose this: You have framed the innocent Heroin, the player, and instead are yourself the drug trafficker. This is not a head of the player Heroin, but instead, 'a head of heroin', much like one would pick or purchase a head of lettuce. I dunno, I could be wrong.
You mistake me for somebody who shares your same delusional concept that this nefarious man has any honor. I will not accept a duel to reclaim honor where there is none. Heroin no longer trafficks over our borders, and the world is a safer place. My job is done, unless of course you takeup the reigns of his illegal operations; beware lest the same 'dreadful' fate befall you! * * * \\ | | // \\| |// \\// || || ||
i am trafficking cannibis and some cough medicine... P.S : search some ratmen butts there is a rare drop of sleep pills
