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I win 9000th post.

8998 + mine now, oh gawd its almost meme tiiiiiime...

Unce unce unce

And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss youuuuuuuu Ooooh Like the deserts miss the rain

Listen to your heart There's nothing else you can do I don't know where you're going And I don't know why But listen to your heart Before you tell him goodbye

Mi amore don't you know My love I want you so Sugar You make my soul complete Rapture tastes so sweet

Nope.avi

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winning

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What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your -blam!-ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo. I don’t give a -blam!- who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your -blam!-ing life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much -blam!-ing pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a -blam!-ing back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a -blam!- how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many -blam!-ing guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll -blam!-ing show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the -blam!- out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a -blam!-ing heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my -blam!-ing car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could -blam!-ing destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great -blam!-ng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing -blam!-ing hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll -blam!-ing resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you.

I win

And of course as any gentleman would do for a girl in that situation, he takes her to a gentleman's club, where they see an amusingly and superficially talented woman.

As they're leaving the bus station, Holly reflects on how she's still that young fourteen year old girl running through the briar patch, except now she just calls it the mean reds, and since she can't go to Tiffany's, she settles for the numbing powers of alcohol and asks Paul to take her for a drink.

I win

The next day, Doc and Holly are preparing to return to the farm, but unbeknownst to Doc, Holly isn't actually leaving with him and hasn't had the heart to tell him yet. She brings Paul along to help her talk to Doc, but when the moment comes, Paul leaves it to the two of them. Holly tells her old husband that it was a mistake trying to love her, "You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get until they're strong enough to fly into a tree, then to higher trees, then to the sky." She tells him that no matter how hard he tries, she just can't live with him anymore. Doc tries one more attempt at persuading Holly to come with him and tells her about her brother returning from the army. He says that without her back at home, Fred might as well sign up for another tour of duty overseas, perhaps never coming back. Holly continues to protest, and eventually Doc gives in. [url=http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7l6k1Vmmp1rrf3k7.jpg]They say their last goodbyes, and Doc gets on the Greyhound bus all alone, returning to his life in country. [/url]

Paul rings Holly's doorbell, and when she answers, in a rush to get to some unknown event, she says that maybe they can meet for a drink some other time. He tells her, "Sure Lula Mae, that is if you're still here." As she hears her old name, she asks Paul where her brother is, expecting him to be the one who has returned, but is instead greeted by her old husband, embracing him on the stairs.

Walking out of the apartment, Paul lights a cigarette and strolls down the street, the stranger outside following him shortly thereafter. As Paul randomly walks through the city, keeping an eye on the man following him, he leads the man through a park and eventually sits down on a bench overlooking the river. When the man sits down, Paul asks him, "All right, what do you want?" The man replies that he's looking for a friend and he shows Paul an old photo of him and his family on their farm. In the middle of the group is Holly wearing a farm dress and we see what looks like her brother Fred standing by her side. The man tells Paul that his name is Doc Golightly, Holly's husband before she ran away to New York. Her name was originally Lula Mae and he had married her when she was only 14 years old. After catching Holly and her brother trying to steal milk and turkey eggs from their farm and hearing that they had run away from a terrible household, Doc took them in as his own, helping them out as much as he could. After Holly ran away, him and his daughters were heartbroken, eventually having to say goodbye to Fred as he was taken into the army. Now, he tells Paul, her brother is coming back from overseas and she belongs at home with her real family. He asks Paul to do him a favor and tell Holly that he's here, so as not to surprise or scare her with his sudden appearance. Paul reluctantly agrees to help Doc out, fumbling with the small Cracker Jack prize in his hands.

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