Another Monday Morning
You spray the glass partition between yourself and the officers with blood, spit, and expletives. Then you loudly annouce that you are urinating all over yourself and the backseat. You laugh at your idea, confident that after killing someone and evading the police that there's nothing worse they can do to you, you're probably going to the electric chair anyways.
Boy, you were wrong.
The cops drive out of town a ways into the desert, were they pull you out of the car and blow your brains out, leaving your body to decay and become animal food until your remains are found a few years later by some hippie tripping on mescaline.
THE END -- YOURE FREAKIN DEAD JERKFACE!
Boy, you were wrong.
The cops drive out of town a ways into the desert, were they pull you out of the car and blow your brains out, leaving your body to decay and become animal food until your remains are found a few years later by some hippie tripping on mescaline.
THE END -- YOURE FREAKIN DEAD JERKFACE!
