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Hopefully that's the last straw and Tycedad cuts all ties with his kid. I'm guessing it won't be long before Tyce tries to lean on Jace to let him move in.
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He thought he could be trusted once, nevermore.Although by this time you would think his dad would take his wallet with him everywhere and lock it in a safe when he goes to bed.
Hopefully that's the last straw and Tycedad cuts all ties with his kid. I'm guessing it won't be long before Tyce tries to lean on Jace to let him move in.
Tyce could literally slam his head on the keyboard, use that as a post, and it would still be more coherent and intelligible than when he types. And I thought Chris' writing was bad.
"Guess who pranked their dad? Me.
Guess who left their wallet on the kitchen table? Guess who got their credit card taken by a master thief? I'll give you a hint: It's a filthy, rich fat-ass fucker. That's right, my dad. Hahaha.
This is basically what happened, okay. Look at these pics if you want to know the scoop: [5 images of credit card fraud cartoons]
So then I go to my room and post on Twitter, "Where do you but skeletons?" because I'm going to buy 50 skeletons with my dad's credit card and have them quickly delivered to the house, because when my dad gets home he'd be like, "Wow, what the fuck are all these skeletons doing here? Looks like I got owned by Tyce, better stop being a faggot to him all day." Pfft, like that'd happen. Today's proving day and I'm just showing him I'm the top soldier on this war ground, because I'm pulling the punches like there's no tomorrow.
I waited like two fucking days for the skeletons to get to the house because Amazon is slow as fuck. The skeletons arrived at the house right before my dad was getting back from work, so I'm throwing them around the house and putting them into poses. I give one of them a blunt, like he's smoking weed.
When he gets back, I'm smoking weed with a new friend and he freaks out, shouting "what the fuck!?". He starts to punch the skeletons, throwing them around the house, tearing them apart, and I'm like, "Wow you just got owned by the Tycenado, motherfucker." He's still pissed, so I'm thinking it's time to execute part 2 of my plan.
I grab my skateboard and start running out of the house through the backdoor. He takes the weed I gave one skeleton and throws it at me on my way out, but I run too fast and dodge it like in the Matrix. I skate up the street to Caleb's house, because Caleb is a pussy and I am blackmailing him. I tell him to let me stay at his house while his parents aren't there, or I'll tell them he smokes weed. So now I'm listening to Tech 9 on Spotify, living large because that's how Tyce life is."
You should put that in the spooky thread and let Hunger Mythos know there is a new necromancer in town.Artist's rendition.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=KdeCl1jIWMw
The man of pranking fled across the living room, and the attorney followed.
The living room was the apotheosis of all dungeons, huge, full of skeletons for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was white and faded and bluntful and without normality save for the faint, cloudy haze of the moneymaking drug supply burning in the backyard which sketched itself on the pavement and the grass which brought sweet tricks, parkour, police. An occasional tree covered in pine needled beards pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of airsoft pellets had been the driveway in to a McDonald's. Former and future United States Marines had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had gotten gay and unrealistic.
I'm just impressed that somebody can get a bunch of skeletons mailed to their house in a couple of days. I had no idea our nation's prop skeleton capacity was so great.