the title says all (jk, it actually doesn't mean anything about this post until later)
dramatis personae:
Gunner
Cards
Play-doh
Toast (me)
Sour cream
Saturday last, at 1500 hours, we went to "collect" from Sour cream, mainly to break his knees and spill his guts for not showing up on time. Gunner covers us from the front with his RPK (guess why we're called the cardboard mafia!) Cards covers the back with his Verpine-class shatter rifle, while Play-doh and i assault his front door. BAM! BAM! BAM! (that's me banging on the door) wait a few seconds DING-DONG! (that's the doorbell ringing because i pushed it) still no answer. try the door, locked. (i wonder why...) i signal to stand down. we start walking away when we hear BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! (my thoughts: "what the?!") "i got all o' ya!" we turn, and Ben's (whoops, sour cream's) neighbor got all of us. that's it for the cardboard mafia. no more breaking people's knees with our cardboard baseball bats... at least, not in that neighborhood. check us out in a few more days for more of the adventures of the cardboard mafia! and remember to comment!
Cheers!
Toast.
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