(You were walking down the street, doing capitalist stuff. Like taxing the living shit outa everything. After leaving a store [which sells capitalist merch], you see a car quickly rushing down the street towards you. You couldnt quite see who was driving, but you saw the mark of your arch-enemy; A hat with a golden star, a scythe and a hammer! The car door opens- and a DOG pulls a gun at you! Wtf?!) "At last, I found you, capitalist swine! Your taxation ends now!"
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