What a week...what a f*****g week. It's funny how this little world works...people say it works in mysterious ways but f**k that, the world works in a way that it will try to f**k you over. The way the world has works has me headed to death row. One moment I’m with my four pals drinking beer, stuffing our fowl mouths with burgers, smoking a little weed and just shooting the s**t; but Christ...now I'm packing all my s**t in a hurry because all my buds are coming to take kill me, full on murder. Bunch of pricks...oh you are curious as to where this is going or how I managed to piss all my pals off to the point they want to murder me.
You see we were all at the bar talking about our new girlfriends and our same boring old wives, sports, porn, you know guy s**t, anyways one of the guys...ah Jesus what's his name Peter? James? Goddamnit the fat red head...oh Louis, Louis decided to break the news that he filed for bankruptcy the other day (what a lousy way to getting out of paying for your own drink) but us being pals we ask him how he managed dig himself that much into debt, and how we can help the poor b*****d. After Louis brought out that news the other dipshits talk about their lack of income too, yeah sure I threw in my complaints too, who wouldn't with this economy. After our therapy session at the bar we all went home and thought and later that night one of the guys Peter, called me up and told me to meet up at In-N-Out burger tomorrow at 1.
I showed up to the burger joint and met the fellas there, Peter started to talk.
"Now guys, I don't want to force you into this, but thinking about last night and our entire financial crisis, I think we should...rob a bank."
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