He looks around: nobody's there. I am having hallucinations, he thinks. Then he hears the voice again, "I SAID, DIG!"
So he starts to dig in the sand with his bare hands, and after digging for some time he finds a small chest with a rusty lock.
The deep voice says, "OPEN!"
Okay, the man thinks, let's open the thing. He finds a rock with which to break the lock, and when the chest is finally open, he sees a lot of gold coins.
The booming voice says, "TO THE CASINO!"
Well the casino is only a few miles away, so the man takes the chest and walks to the casino.
The deep voice says, "ROULETTE!"
So he changes all the gold into a huge pile of roulette tokens and goes to one of the tables, where the players gaze at him in disbelief.
The deep voice says, "TWENTY-SEVEN!"
He takes the whole pile and drops it at the twenty-seven. Everybody is quiet when the croupier throws the ball.
The ball spins, spins. . . stops at the twenty-six.
The voice booms, "SHIT!"
Just made this! It is what I am doing most of the time.
Happy Valentines Day. . . from SATAN!
Chicks in cars. Being doing since 1950.
Turkey has no idea how fucked he is.
Not sure.
Not so nice one with breeding of the dog til it is permanently sad.
"Got me a rabs."
Not so nice one with the benches? What the fuck architect?
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, "it's better than yours." Damn right it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.
Ha! Fuck you racist guy!
Not what money is for.
Take two and don't call me tomorrow.
She has obviously read A History of Boners.
Are you reading a blog right now because of North-American zoning regulations? Maybe.
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