the gaby and lauren story
(where it all went wrong)

 

It all started at birth when we were saved from some baby-eating gorillas... by this guy... Super Nate(right) He's our Marine in tight spandex... now now... don't all you manly men start straddling your computers...


Oh look! Looks like a suicide doesn't it? It's not really... but we made it look that way. Let this be a warning to all of you out there who dare try to turn us in. We know who you are, where you live, and we know where your families are and we can get you anytime... so WATCH YOUR BACK!

 

This is Bubba(left), he's real trailer trash. His daddy was his uncle and his momma's papa loved to lick third testicles off of syphilitic mutant donkeys. Bubba done bruise Gaby too much, an she went on a rampage... she threw some pillows around... not just regular pillows, but those hard-as-a-rock kind that she give away for Christmas.

That's Bubba's sister(left). She's only 12 and he knocked her up, but as Bubba likes to put it, "She's already 12 and I FINALLY knocked her up."

 

Here is Gaby. This was taken at a bank when she was but a young child. She wasn't part of any robbery or anything, but by looking at her face, you can tell that she was thinking it. Yes, even at such a young age, she was thinking evil thoughts like how all that pretty money could be hers with time, a gun, and a get-away car.

Here's my mug shot. As you can see, I'm a little over 7 feet tall. I don't have that sexy beard anymore, but baby, I got the stubble.

Here Gaby and I are. This is a photo taken at a nearby convenience store. She went in, and I went in after her about 30 min later. Unfortunately, we were not able to pull off this caper. Someday, those nachos WILL be ours!

Here I am again. This was taken a few years ago after I hi-jacked a tour bus in the country's capital, Washington D.C. The cops were on my tail, I was able to escape unharmed with some cheap costume jewelry, a bag of potato chips, and a half a can of hairspray.

Here you can see Gaby and I when we fight. As you can see it ends with me getting choked... that's because the next picture is too messy for me to post up on the web. I had to get back at her with my rifle... Don't mess with me when I have 'ol Betty on hand.


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Ok, well, those are all of the pictures that I can find for now. If you have commited a crime and would like to send us a picture, I'll post it up along with your story so you can be in our hall of shame.

contact me at zotar@prodigy.net