
I went to the shop today. When I arrived I pulled out my .38 and aimed it at the desk clerk. Everyone was really scared and I shot one time in the air to show I meant business. Everyone went crazy then and I couldnt take the chaos anymore so I yelled that it was just a joke. Everyone looked weird at me and they didnt make chaos anymore. I was happy for those 23 seconds. Then they started to yell at me and started to take stuff from the shop to throw at me so in the end I needed to run away from then. When I went to the police station to explain this crazy behavior towards my being they looked at each other and said nothing. I think they can talk with their minds just like I so I joined their mind conversation but then when I heard them mind talk about a hooker with breasts like Pamela Anderson on elephant hormones they just all of a sudden broke the silence and yelled: Lock him up! They are some filthy animals those cops to think about a hooker with large breasts when u need to make such important decisions. Nobody understands me, so I ended up in jail for the night. The next day I was released cause of the fact that the bullet that I shot in the ceiling came back down later on that day hitting a "real" criminal. Hey Criminal is my middle name ok? Mo7ex Criminal Brain Death: MC Bee Death so do not, I say DO NOT ... talk so offending to me. Those stupid salesmen, thinking they own whole the shop. Yeah his bullet shot a REAL criminal later on that day so we cant be mad for Mo7ex his little funny performance here. So I got released. Wait until I walk in there tommorow with my bazooka from America. I dont think they like it when those bullets fall out of the ceiling all of a sudden. That will teach them.
I have included a pic of myself in full gear!
I have included a pic of myself in full gear!

