"To the left, Ali, to the left!"
"No, no, my left, Ali, MY LEFT!"
If those crazy motherfuckers from Al-Qaeda ever want some easy target practice for their pilots, could they please take out the two unfinished condos that stick out like Gi-Normous sore thumbs at the end of Jalan Dato Sulaiman, in Taman Tun?
Please?
It seems that the contractors had left the site in a bit of a hurry, as they'd left even the cranes behind, to adorn the top of the ghastly twin spires like spines of twisted metal.
"I bet if we had a secret dnb rave there, no one would know," said Led, pointing out a commercial use for the ruins.
"Yeah, and imagine if we robbed a bank, we could stash all the money there and the cops would never find it!" I added, rather excitedly.
"Some construction workers must've died there, probably in a freak accident, " blurted out Essam.
"I want to get up there and see if the cranes still work," said Led, and unanimously, we agreed.
3 comments:
hey man gimme a date, we'll go check the building out and if we're lucky, get access to the cranes and fuck shit up yeh
i know the owner of the building. nyahahaha
and btw, the copartner ran off with his tail in between the legs with the bag load of money. that's why it's left undone.
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