Ha ha ok well On my way home I was attacked by cuban drug dealers. They were driving 09 mitsubishi lancers going close to 150. I was traveling down the highway and they started shooting up my SUV until I lost control and flew into a ditch. They pulled over, opened my door and dragged me out. By now I am unconcious(Cant spell), and blood dripping off my lip.
They toss me into the car and floored it out of there. When I came too, I realized I was in a cellar, tied to a chair and a table of crack in front of me. Out of the darkness, a man with a 50 caliber hand gun, started walking toward me. Releasing the magazine to check his ammo and clacking it back into the firearm. I though quick and broke the ties holding me down, reached in my pocket and grabbed one of the 3 lemons I bought. I fling my hand around and sqeeze as hard as I can. Lemon juice squirts out of the fruit and into the criminal's eyes. He jumps back in anger and pain, clutching his eyes and dropping his gun.
I rush and pick up the gun and hit him on the head, sending him crashing into the table and rendering him unconcious. I run up the stairs and out the bunker door to find myself in the thick of a jungle, only illuminated by the moons light. Palm trees sway and I can hear people talking in the distance. I take off running through the lush jungle and find myself at a beach with two more men (With AK-47's) and a german shepard. I thought to myself "Oh crap" and pick up two crabs scurrying about the ground. I throw one at the german shepard (Who thought it was a chew toy) and the other at the men. The freak out, and one shoots the other by accident and the other faints.
So then we (The dog and I, im calling him woofers) grab the boat the men used to get here and sail back to virginia and eventually back to my house, where my Lemons and I are safe...
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