A message from the REAL Brothabill, not the impostors

[stilleto]

BB. i'll be at the fountain at 8 in two nights. The streetlight is out, so look for me in the darkest part of the square.

 

[Gambino]

cadillac represent!

 

[superqt4u2nv]

I like point 7 best

 

[Gambino]

BB. i'll be at the fountain at 8 in two nights. The streetlight is out, so look for me in the darkest part of the square.

it's gotta be hard going undercover with supersize gazongaas

 

[darealbb]

cadillac represent!

Boon Michigan representing, snowmobile crossroads of the mitten.

Stilleto, you smoked the Chinese version of Lucky Strikes. You had a strong look in your eye, but a smile when you looked away as you blew the toxic blue smoke from my face.
The night was... was... sultry, yet I was strangely not perspirous. I had business to complete.
I was to meet a man names Xi'an Ju and his mistress Grace. He was part of a growing Chinese underworld since the Red Bear turned more towards Capitalistic from Communism.
He had connections and I needed to know more, and had to go through the man they called 'Stilleto'
It was a strange meeting, two Americans meeting in a distant far away place. We knew what the topic of the conversation was.. profit, money. Is there anything more important?? We both thought.
We all have motivationsm, but this was plain and simple, we make profit or business is not worth doing business.

The man was shrowded in dark light, I could barely make out his facial features... but then

 

[healother]

BB,

its me evansteve/fyxgel2! long time no chat man,
you gotta message me your email or your aim!

 

[stilleto]

it's gotta be hard going undercover with supersize gazongaas

i disguise myself as a walking bunch of grapes.

 

[pintoca]

i disguise myself as a walking bunch of grapes.

that explains the ones dangling off your behind.

Awesome post, the one you made before, not this one

 

[perkele]

Hi, as you know I like you all including the admin, Digger and BRR and the mods.

Despite some of the obvious impostors, it has come to my attention that I need to address some of the fun issues that keep coming up under my name.

1) Needtogetas, is not Chase152. We laughed about it on the phone afterwards and I agreed to stop it, but then it was kind of funny to watch him get mad about it. I needed to take a break, this just drew more attention to his board, it was kind of funny and we agreed that I was going to leave and he was moving, but then it was kind of funny how it bit him in the ass afterwards. I still chuckle about getting over on him with that, he laughs too. So I admit, it was just chicanery, not serious and although his last name is chase and lives with a few miles of the IP address of Chase152, it is not him lolol. Ok I cant resist, but its not him.

2) Sorry digger, it was like a chessmatch

3) BRR is pretty cool

4) Most of the mods are pretty cool

5) Perkele is still a finnish stinkfish, why is that fag a mod? Everyone hates him and his only reason to be online is to get satisfaction from turning on other men by posting female pictures, which turns him on sexually. Gross

5) Lestat seems to not be much online, I think he misses my antagonism, lost the reason to post.

6) The Michigano peeps, love you guys and GG

7) I am not Youngguns, he is a severe douchebag

8) I apologize to each and everyone who I have pisssed off, besides Smurfy, who has thin lips and stinks like rotten cheese.

Thank you, and MM, dB and all others, including Angel.

To all, can we just live in a world of peace,

Thank you very much,
Brotha 'the real deal' Bill

Less gross than creating new alters every day and not be able to let go.

 

[stilleto]

that explains the ones dangling off your behind.

Awesome post, the one you made before, not this one

thanks.

Brothabill and I met for the first time in the costa rican rain forest. The tour boat he was running had run across a rock large enough to rip a hole in the floor. The only survivors were he and I, and a native named J.R. who ran a cocaine deal from the north.

Walking through the forest, our clothes torn and damp, the grumblings from our stomachs could be heard above the calling of the birds.
"Wait here, I know something we can eat," J.R. said, and ran off through the trees.
Left alone with Brothabill, i asked if he had known J.R. from before this accident.
He leaned toward my ear, despite the fact that save for J.R. who was at least 100 feet away, there wasn't a person for miles. "I know everyone," he said.

"You don't know me." I leaned back and watched him stare at my mouth. His eyes glimmered and then he quickly glanced down at my sweat soaked tshirt.

"But i will," he said, lightly touching a scrape on my arm. His finger moved up to my bare sholder, along the remaining fabric of my shirt to my neck. "I will."

J.R. returned with leaves and two rocks. He used the rocks like a mortar and pestle, grinding the unusual looking leaves to a moistened paste.
"Eat this," he grumbled.

"That won't fill me," I said, looking at Brothabill smile.

J.R. promised that it would. I took a piece and chewed the bitter mixture, then wiped away the sweat that had started its way down my chest.





When i woke up, I was in a private room by the sea. A nurse was adjusting the sheet and smoothing out my hair.
"Good morning!" she said with a thick spanish accent.
"How did i get here?" I asked.

She grinned and looked into my eyes. Her dark hair fluttered in the breeze from the open window.
There was a pause, and then reluctantly, she said, "Brothabill."