NYC 2009
Bombtrack
June 25, 2009 - Posted by Mr. Peter Stevens at 12:31 PM
It goes a-1, 2, 3...
Three days remain.
You have a little more then three days to get your three kills.
I really thought, with the way this week was going, those of you left would be happy to skate into Sudden Death or get disqualified like a bunch of pussies...
However I have one group that has not forgotten how to kill.
The River Rats (7) gave their Gonosyphiherpelese to Agent Jelle of Just2sluts (4), and a short while later totally bitch slapped Charles Bronson of the KED (4).
Do you have any idea how impressive that is? Some of you don't have two kills since the fucking game started!
Will anyone step up to halt their killing spree?
Or are you happy letting them piss on you? Some people like that. The rest of you giving me no kills tells me *you* like that.
From the original 95 playing units we are down to our last 17.
As of this posting, only four of you have enough kills to enter Sudden Death.
And right now only four of you deserve it.
I will leave with a kill story from the recently retired Just2sluts. Pay attention to the myriad of mistakes their foolish target makes.
Just 2 Sluts fucked ManOnTheGrassyKnoll
By- Agent Hunton 6/10/09
22:23 pm - You picked up your phone in that loud bar and confirmed that you are not home yet. (Thanks, ManOnTheGrassyKnoll!)
23:32 pm - You had your girlfriend pick your phone up with no background noise to be heard. You were on the way home, and you weren't going to be alone. (Thanks, ManOnTheGrassyKnoll!)
23:47 pm - You and your girlfriend ran into your front door! "I'm safe! I'm safe!", you screeched. Heh. I waited a minute to call you. Your ego answered. (Thanks, ManOnTheGrassyKnoll!)
23:48 pm - You were mind-fucked - I asked where you were, taunting you for staying at your girlfriend's place. How dare I challenge you? How did I know where you were? Was I outside of your building? Wouldn't you like to know. You did want to know. You came back out, looking for me. You let a resident in, staring into the darkness, letting me slip into your stronghold. I floated by you like a ghost, making eye-contact with your woman. That's when I decided to let her watch; I figured she'd like that. (Hey, WomanOnTheGrassyKnoll!)
23:49 pm - You gave your best Tony Montana impression, shot in the back and all. I don't remember Scarface squirming in the corner like that, though.
Thanks for the show, ManOnTheGrassyKnoll.
Time of Death: 11:49 pm 06/10/2009
Comments
It was our time, but I'm glad we went at the hands of The River Rats. They are a class act all around. Bravo to them for taking us out and for grabbing today's 2-for-1 special.
Posted by: Agent Hunton at June 25, 2009 2:36 PM
Agent Orange ate Black Mumba (sic)
My mark was standing outside work, chatting with a lady. And while he was already imagining taking of her panties he got squirted in the face (nicest teeth i ever came across, seriously).
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the New York state of mind
Agent Orange remains high and dry, bitches
Posted by: Agent Orange at June 25, 2009 3:45 PM
Toker, I'm going to smoke your ass, just cause.....
Posted by: Bobby Drake at June 25, 2009 4:29 PM
Outstanding blog update Mr. Peter Stevens. If we didn't have our tear ducts surgically removed upon River Rat initiation, we might have cried tears of pride. But enough sissy talk, a River Rats work is never done. So much watery death to deliver, such little time.
Posted by: Agent Apollo of the River Rats at June 25, 2009 5:11 PM
Ladies, Gentlemen,
let's pour one out for all the great people that died today.
Agent Hunton, Agent Jelle, a couple of other assassins, that blond one-hit-wonder actress and of course Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, the greatest artist ever.
I'll hit the bar now, get smashed, will make the juke box play MJ hits all night long and do the moonwalk.
no hugs and kisses tonight, just tears.
Agent Orange
Posted by: Agent Orange at June 25, 2009 5:13 PM
Bobby,
I banged your mother. Again.
Regards,
Toker
Posted by: Midnight Toker at June 25, 2009 5:27 PM
I agree Orange, tonight I join you in a toast of respect to the King of Pop.
Posted by: Agent Apollo at June 25, 2009 8:07 PM
I see your into that necro stuff toker.... prepare to sleep with the fishes..... Oh and beware of that rouge on your ass.....
SG, send some my way, I am growing tired of not being hunted, lol...........
Posted by: Bobby Drake at June 26, 2009 7:09 AM
I'll keep my bloodshot eyes peeled. Thanks so much for the heads up Bobby Boy.
Posted by: Midnight Toker at June 26, 2009 7:38 AM
rouge on your ass?
like you got some red on you?
I kinda want to hear from Mike Litoris. So far the best new name this year.
Posted by: eevilmidget at June 26, 2009 9:07 AM
Toker, come on man, lay off Bobby. He's a good shit. Write some more of them witty poems based on Marley lyrics and smoke a doobie.
Can't we all just get along? Or well hung?
Posted by: Blackness at June 26, 2009 9:59 AM
Well hung? I'm flabbergasted.
Posted by: Midnight Toker at June 26, 2009 10:02 AM
Oh and I do love Bobby. I don't know where all of this hostility is coming from, man.
Why are you all of a sudden talking right at me Blackness? Hmmmmm.
Posted by: Midnight Toker at June 26, 2009 10:16 AM
I'm well hung...... and if I got with your chick, afterwards for you it would be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway, hahhahhahhahhahaha
Posted by: Bobby Drake at June 26, 2009 10:19 AM
just tears...
Posted by: Agent Orange at June 26, 2009 10:48 AM
Ah man Orange. I feel for you. I know how you Euros love michael.
This was a pretty piss poor tourny from a blog perspective. Not many kill stories, and of those, hardly any were good. Looks like the Rats are the favorite heading into overtime. Remember when you guys couldn't kill me? I miss the hunt. I miss my trophy bourbon.
Posted by: Frankie the Hipster Slayer at June 26, 2009 11:23 AM
Hey Frankie, I miss you too brother.
I must say, the hatred i feel for you is second to that of my whore of an exwife.
I fixed her shit when i went and took her credit cards to amsterdam. For the great 98 fuck fest.
Im free after the 5th, how's your credit.
P.S. The River Rats will bring your trophy bottle to the rap party.
One love dawg
Posted by: Aqua Man at June 26, 2009 11:56 AM
DFTD anyone?
Posted by: Blackness at June 26, 2009 11:59 AM
I could use a drink right now...
Posted by: Agent Orange at June 26, 2009 12:25 PM
My corpse will make an appearance.
Posted by: Agent Hunton at June 26, 2009 12:31 PM
I will be there on sunday..... (at least I'll try to be there).....
Also, I gotta agre with Frankie (wtf did I just say???) but if I wasn't playing I don't think there'd be ANY smack talk, or any talking on the blog for that matter......
One thing your wrong about Frankie, Bobby Fucking Drake is the mother fucking favorite going into overtime.... (Shut the fuck up Toker).....
Posted by: Bobby Drake at June 26, 2009 12:36 PM
I gotta give it to you Rats, you are one classy bunch.
Bobby I love you, maaaaaaan.
And hopefully for you, Blackness, your name isn't just a name or you'll stick out like a boner in sweatpants here in my hood.
Stay High Bustas,
The Tokemeister
Posted by: Midnight Toker at June 26, 2009 1:07 PM
Let's have a costume party!
DFTD costume party! Yay!
Posted by: Blackness at June 26, 2009 1:11 PM
Not so fast Bobby Boy. I can tell you what outfit you wore every day this week, including that busted ass blue and white shirt you wore today. It's much easier to pick out a target that has a glaringly bad fashion sense. Your time will come.
Posted by: Bobby Drake's Maker at June 26, 2009 4:44 PM
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Contact your Shadow Governement Official: liveinfear@streetwars.net
Bobby Boy, maybe you could make that 5 of us heading to sudden death instead of flappin them gums like you do.
Posted by: Midnight Toker at June 25, 2009 1:32 PM