Been noticing a varied surplus of beatings out in the shiek Creekwood Village parking lot. Anyone else have an opinion on this? Come on Creekwood Village, let's hear your thoughts.
Hey Mac, I'd say there's about 2 beatings an hour, but you forget to distinguish between your basic battery, and assault with intent to mangle, frequently you'll get a higher density of malicious beatings with intent to make a statement about woman encroachment by the laundry room, while this is often a complicated venue to house such an encounter, you'll find that those participating make it work with poise and dignity.
I saw someone steal my car this morning, he flipped me off and then drove into the fog, I sounded the Creekwood Village crime horn, as per instructions and the sentries at the Guard Tower attempted to shoot him down, but my Cadillac DeVille with all cardboard interior is too nimble for your standard anti-aircraft round. So now I have to walk the forty-five miles to the bovine processing plant in Elgin. They pay good, and stuff, I just miss my DeVille, you kind of figure with a car like that you won't ever be needing for cars, but here I am, walking to work with my igloo cooler getting brushed back by eighteen-wheelers. And yesterday I was severely beaten by my neighbor next to the pool.
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Hey Mac, I'd say there's about 2 beatings an hour, but you forget to distinguish between your basic battery, and assault with intent to mangle, frequently you'll get a higher density of malicious beatings with intent to make a statement about woman encroachment by the laundry room, while this is often a complicated venue to house such an encounter, you'll find that those participating make it work with poise and dignity.
I strongly disagree with the previous poster, despite its gruff exterior, there are many positives to a Creekwood Village lifestyle including...*
*poster fails to finish due to severe beating received in Creekwood Village Parking lot.
I saw someone steal my car this morning, he flipped me off and then drove into the fog, I sounded the Creekwood Village crime horn, as per instructions and the sentries at the Guard Tower attempted to shoot him down, but my Cadillac DeVille with all cardboard interior is too nimble for your standard anti-aircraft round. So now I have to walk the forty-five miles to the bovine processing plant in Elgin. They pay good, and stuff, I just miss my DeVille, you kind of figure with a car like that you won't ever be needing for cars, but here I am, walking to work with my igloo cooler getting brushed back by eighteen-wheelers. And yesterday I was severely beaten by my neighbor next to the pool.
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