Passwords Can't Outrun F****

 

Passwords Can’t Outrun F***s

 

By Thomas Heath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Oooooooooo”

 

“Oh yes”

 

 

 

 

The man, was meant to be chasing bad guys. What had happened, however, was that the man had said, had spoken this dialogue while chasing the bad guys.

 

 

 

The woman: using her tanned body, using her tanned face, using her tight skirt and her Porsche, she left the nightclub.

(The man: his seeing her, and his speaking the dialogue as a result of seeing her while trying to chase bad guys was just after, was not long after his ability, to know that it was a nightclub that the woman had come from.)

 

 

 

 

Anyway, back to the bad guys.

Who the f**k were they?

 

 

 

 

Well:

Irrespective, of their agenda. Irrespective of their job. Irrespective of their job’s nature. Irrespective of their underworld. Irrespective, of their underworld connections, it can be told �"

They were the f**k-ups, of having been able to get away, from the man (because the man had seen the sexy woman, amidst chasing after the f**k-ups �" to perhaps be politically incorrect).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was nice.

Of course, weekends still existed. The army still existed. Paying the bills still existed. But, it was nice.

 

 

He was chasing after bad guys, and he’d gotten to see her tanned face, in her Porsche.

 

Thus the dialogue.

(Which was also nice)

(Not to sound too psychotic, about it though)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snogging her. Snogging her. Snogging her.

 

Spanking her. Spanking her. Spanking her.

 

Thus, the dialogue (Which believe you me, was also nice).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was his imagination. During religion. During politics. During society. During schools. During universities. During bad guys…

 

If bored, glamorous housewives, could have the ability, could have the free ability, to shoot daylight from their arses, he could shoot the arse of the woman �" by merely snogging and licking it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The woman, of the nightclub:

She was a bloated fuckface, and the man bloody well knew it (Two for the price of one)

 

 

 

 

 

Moving on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Well, can’t we end all nations then”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Benny was desperate. He didn’t want to climb the ladder. His parents, i.e. his two mothers (two lesbians), had asked him to use the ladder �" but, he didn’t want to, because he was scared of using the ladder.

(To the point, that he now needed all nations on the planet to cease to exist).

 

 

What was he supposed to do? Go next door? Go next door, and ask the neighbour if it was alright, to end all nations in order to see if that would mean that he and nobody else would ever have to use ladders?

 

You’re having a laugh, aren’t ya?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, the two lesbians, who were the two mothers of Benny:

 

They couldn’t end all nations, for him, indeed, however, what they’d possibly be able to do, is still stop the sociological nightmare of ladders for Benny, through having Benny acquaint himself with the Great local phenomena �"

 

The man, equipped with the nerve, indeed equipped with the nerves of steel, to make a point of seeing sexy women when attempting to perform other tasks (such as chasing after bad guys).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never mind, wanting to end all nations, for fear of having to use ladders; would you ever have the nerve, would you ever have the nerves of steel, indeed, would you ever have the balls to make a point, of seeing sexy women while driving a car through society trying to get bad guys?

 

 

 

Tanned women. Women, who are tanned. Women, who are tanned, who drive Porsches at the same time as when bad guys are around.  

 

 

 

 

 

One isn’t taking the piss.

 

You see, this is what happened (and, what now can help Benny and his two lesbian mothers avoid ladder reality):

 

The man, who married the woman, who drove the Porsche, set up a social group that meets at the local library on Wednesdays �" the ethos, the natural topic, of the social group, being tanned bodies versus bad guys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The man’s gambit:

F**k passwords. Can tanned bodies vs bad guys help Benny escape ladders?

 

 

 

Just a sidenote:

The man, wasn’t a police detective. He was chasing bad guys just like as if he was an ordinary person