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Very wierd. I'm sorry I couldn't keep it as short as some of you guys but here goes anyways. Enjoy.
I was outside on the front porch and my mom was like digging in the flowers (what a *****.) Anyways, I look towards my woods and my vision kind of like zooms in (think the old pistol from Halo 1) through the woods to the creek. I see a tan man with his back turned to me, digging a hole with a shovel. So I 'zoom out' and tell my mom, "Call 911" and she's like, "I don't know the number!" (what a *****.) So I'm like, "It's 9-1-1, get over there and call!" all angry like. She's *****in' "No I'm not doin it. You call!" So I call and you know how on TV the screen splits when people are on the phone, that happened and the guy that picked up was that dude from Reno 911, the one with the shades and the attack dog. And he's all like "Meh, I'm not comin over there! Deal with it yourself!" Then I 'zoom back in' the woods and suddenly the guy turns around, and looks right at me through the brush! He's a Latino, wtf? So then I zoom back out and my mom gets in the pimpin 05 Grand Cherokee and takes off (WHAT A *****!) Then I'm whispering to the guy on the phone how I realy need help. And I see my annoying neighbor over there at his yard and he see's me and he's like "HEY *****!" And I'm thinking 'no, omg he's gonna kill me.' Then I zoom back in the woods and several more latino men jump out from behind some bushes near him, and from the creek, and one from the hole he was digging, and they all grab something and are running straight at me. Now I'm like "WTF?!" and hang up and run in the house intent on getting my Flash and laying waste to their asses. When I get to my room and lock the door, I look on the floor and notice my Flash is totally disassembled!! Holy ****! So I get in the floor and after like 15 minutes (yeah, 15, wtf) I have everything but the barrel, the tank, and the hopper which I couldn't find on it, when I hear a light knock on my room door. I get up and throw open the door to see this little latino boy about 10 yrs old there, but who gives a **** if he's with them he might as well be knocked tha fk out right? So I take a swing at im with the Flash (also think Halo) but he moves back and I miss him by like a centimeter. So I'm like 'fk that' and run down the hall and into our rather spacious living room to see a buncha fat bicthy Latino women sitting on my couches watchin some soap opera. I'm like, "Where's my mom?!" (like I really give a ****.) They just look at me in that bicthy face so I walk to the kitchen then suddenly I see some latino men at the back deck doors. They're trying to get in (the doors are still for some reason locked) and some men are at the front door trying to get in too. So I'm standing between these two doors crying like "WTF IM SCREWED!!" Then they break the glass of the back deck windows and I wake up.
Again sorry for the length, but still hope you liked.
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