It's been exatcly a day since we thought those Fuckin' reds have won, but as the saying goes, give out don't give in, so the fight isn't over yet: Difference between revisions

This is the story of Stalin. The reds are the communists of you couldn't figure that out. I remember when i was one my computer. I was MA-STUR-BAT-ING until I saw "Stalin.exe". I was gonna play but my knowledge of the internet told me that it was not very wise to ply any .exe games. I thought it'd be hilarious to send it to my friend Tom. He was such a Sonic fag and he wouldn't buy call of duty like every other 21 y/o. I thought I'd put the game on a disk, change the name to SONIC.exe, and write so shittly to the point where hand-writing was unrecognizable! I stopped talking to him for 2 weeks so he'd get worried. After 2 weeks I wrote him a letter.

 

<blockquote>''"Tom,''

 

''I can't take it anymore, I had to get rid of this thing somehow before it was too late, and I was hoping you'd do it for me. I can't do it, he’s after me, and if you don't destroy this CD, he'll come after you too, he's too fast for me....''

''Please...''

 

 

I bet he's gonna play the game and see a penis or something. When he calls me he's gonna freak the fuck out! I'm gonna laugh my ass of! That's exactly what I said before he appeared. Stalin, but a bit different. He looked like the fucking slender man, but you can still tell it's him. He was weezing heavly, telling me that I kicked him out of his final resting place. "Final resting place? The game?" I asked. "Yes you dick, the game!" Stalin replied. He told me I had to find a .exe file for him to haunt or else he'd chop of my cock. He's Stalin you know. I found something he would like, "America.exe".