But seriously I think they hired a bunch of preschoolers to smoke weed and post at yahooka all day. It\'s a madhouse.
Tazz don\'t let them stupid Fucks get to ya! They are immature. Intelligence comes from compassion of fellow men and women. It takes all kinds to make the world go round. If there were no bad apples, then there would be no phsycologist! Peace Tazz11. P.S. I don\'t think Critter and Stony meant any harm to ya!
i got 4 kids i own a shit laod of house about 9 i think bout i wife at a time is more than any one man needs! latter and good luck tazz11
Hey critter, I have the same problem as above! I only have one wife and two kids, and a third on the way. I also grow illeagely. Damn we need to start our own help class. We can all get stoned together and solve our problems. Tazz11, i hope you are feeling better friend!
8. INT. APARTMENT (ROOM 49) - MORNING 8. THREE YOUNG GUYS, obviously in over their heads, sit at a table with hamburgers, french fries and soda pops laid out. One of them flips the LOUD BOLT on the door, opening it to REVEAL Wildc@rd and Vincent in the hallway. WILDC@RD Hey kids. The two men stroll inside. The three young caught-off-guard Guys are: MARVIN The black young man, who open the door, will, as the scene progresses, back into the corner. ROGER A young blond-haired surfer kid with a \"Flock of Seagulls\" haircut, who has yet to say a word, sits at the table with a big sloppy hamburger in his hand. RAINMAN A white, stupid-looking fuckwit sort with a blow-dry haircut. Wildc@rd and Vincent take in the place, with their hands in their pockets. WILDC@RD is the one who does the talking. WILDC@RD How you boys doin\'? No answer. WILDC@RD (to RAINMAN) Am I trippin\', or did I just ask you a question. RAINMAN We\'re doin\' okay. As WILDC@RD and Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys. WILDC@RD Do you know who we are? RAINMAN shakes his head: \"No.\" WILDC@RD We\'re associates of your homosexual partner Marsellus Wallace, you remember your homosexual partner dont\'ya? No answer. WILDC@RD (to RAINMAN) Now I\'m gonna take a wild guess here: you\'re Rainman, right? RAINMAN I\'m Rainman. WILDC@RD I thought so. Well, you remember your homosexual partner Marsellus Wallace, dont\'ya Rainman? RAINMAN I remember him. WILDC@RD Good for you. Looks like me and Vincent caught you at breakfast, sorry \'bout that. What\'cha eatin\'? RAINMAN Hamburgers. WILDC@RD Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kinda hamburgers? RAINMAN Cheeseburgers. WILDC@RD No, I mean where did you get\'em? MacDonald\'s, Wendy\'s, Jack-in-the- Box, where? RAINMAN Big lying-sack-of-shit-half-blind Burger. WILDC@RD Big lying-sack-of-shit-half-blind Burger. That\'s that retard navy seals burger joint. I heard they got some fucking awful burgers. I ain\'t never had one myself, how are they? RAINMAN They taste like shit, but they\'re good enough for a retard like me. WILDC@RD Mind if I try one of yours? RAINMAN No. WILDC@RD Yours is this one, right? RAINMAN Yeah. Wildc@rd grabs the burger and take a bite of it. WILDC@RD Jesus Christ, that\'s a nasty burger. (to Vincent) Vince, you ever try a Big lying-sack-of-shit- half-blind Burger? VINCENT No. Wildc@rd holds out the Big lying-sack-of-shit-half-blind Burger. WILDC@RD You wanna bite, they\'re real nasty. VINCENT I ain\'t hungry. WILDC@RD Well, if you like fucking awful hamburgers give\'em a try sometime. Me, I can\'t usually eat \'em \'cause my girlfriend\'s a vegetarian. Which more or less makes me a vegetarian, but I sure love the taste of a good burger. (to RAINMAN) You know what they call a half blind ignoramous in France? RAINMAN No. WILDC@RD Tell \'em, Vincent. VINCENT Tazz11. WILDC@RD Tazz11, you know why they call it that? RAINMAN Because of the stupid-fuck system? WILDC@RD Check out the big brain on Rainman. You\'a smart motherfucker, that\'s right. The stupid-fuck system. (he points to a fast food drink cup) What\'s in this? RAINMAN Piss. WILDC@RD Piss, good, mind if I add some of my own tasty beverage to wash this down with? RAINMAN Sure. WILDC@RD grabs the cup and takes a piss. WILDC@RD Uuuuummmm, hit\'s the spot! (to Roger) You, Flock of Seagulls, you know what we\'re here for? Roger nods his head: \"Yes.\" WILDC@RD Then why don\'t you tell my boy here Vince, where you got the shit hid. MARVIN It\'s under the be -- WILDC@RD -- I don\'t remember askin\' you a goddamn thing. (to Roger) You were sayin\'? ROGER It\'s under the bed. Vincent moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a black snap briefcase. VINCENT Got it. Vincent flips the two locks, opening the case. We can\'t see what\'s inside, but a small glow emits from the case. Vincent just stares at it, transfixed. WILDC@RD We happy? No answer from the transfixed Vincent. WILDC@RD Vincent! Vincent looks up at WILDC@RD. WILDC@RD We happy? Closing the case. VINCENT We\'re happy. RAINMAN (to WILDC@RD) Look, what\'s your name? I got his name\'s Vincent, but what\'s yours? WILDC@RD My name\'s Pitt, and you ain\'t talkin\' your ass outta this shit. RAINMAN I just want you to know how sorry we are about how fucked up things got between us and Mr. Wallace. When we entered into this thing, we only had the best intentions, we didn\'t mean to fuck him so hard in the ass-- As Rainman talks, Wildc@rd takes out his gun and SHOOTS Roger three times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chair. Vince smiles to himself. Wildc@rd has got style. Rainman has just shit his pants. He\'s not crying or whimpering,he\'s too fucked up in the head for that but he\'s so full of fear, it\'s as if his body is imploding. WILDC@RD (to Rainman) Oh, I\'m sorry. Did that break your concentration? I didn\'t mean to do that. Please, continue. I believe you were saying something about \"best intentions.\" Rainman can\'t say a word. WILDC@RD Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through anyway. Well, let me retort. Would you describe for me what Marsellus Wallace looks like? Rainman still can\'t speak. WILDC@RD SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing the only barrier between himself and Rainman. Rainman now sits ina lone chair before Jules like a political prisoner in front of an interrogator. WILDC@RD What country you from! RAINMAN (petrified) What? WILDC@RD \"What\" ain\'t no country I know! Do they speak English in \"What?\" RAINMAN (near heart attack) What? WILDC@RD English-motherfucker-can-you-speak- it? RAINMAN Yes - but barely. I\'m a retard don\'t you know! WILDC@RD Then you understand what I\'m sayin\'? RAINMAN Yes - just about. WILDC@RD Now describe what Marsellus Wallace\'s dick looks like! RAINMAN (out of fear) What? Wildc@rd takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in Rainman\'s cheek. WILDC@RD Say \"What\" again! C\'mon, say \"What\" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker, say \"What\" one more goddamn time! Rainman is shitting his pants on the spot. WILDC@RD Now describe to me what Marsellus Wallace\'s dick looks like! Rainman does his best. RAINMAN Well it\'s ...it\'s ...black -- WILD@RD -- go on! RAINMAN ...and it\'s thick and juicy...it\'s...long -- WILDC@RD -- and do you like sucking on it like a bitch?! RAINMAN (without thinking... as if nothing changes) What? WILDC@RD\'s eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks, WILDC@RD rolls his eyes and SHOOT RAINMAN in the shoulder. RAINMAN SCREAMS like the asshole he is and breaks into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the chair. WILDC@RD do you like sucking on it like a bitch?! RAINMAN (in agony) Yes. WILDC@RD Then why did you try to fuck \'im like a bitch?! RAINMAN (in spasm) I\'m sorry, but I didn\'t mean to, it\'s just that I\'m a real honest to god asshole. Now in a lower voice. WILDC@RD Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck \'im. You ever read the Bible, Rainman? BRETT (in spasm) Yes - but only the kids version, I\'m too stupid to understand anything else. WILDC@RD There\'s a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation: Ezekiel 25:17. \"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother\'s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.\" The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting Rainman. When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits there for a moment, then TOPPLES over. All is quiet. The only SOUND is Marvin MUTTERING in the corner.
It was not funny before,now you are getting mean.Stop being an ass or at least explain your self please.
This is starting to look like Yahooka all over again. I hope this stops before it gets out of hand. Wildc@rd I would hope that you reconsider the post that you are making! I don\'t think any one on this board cares for that kind of posting from any one!