TracerBullet
Zack   Alberta, Canada
 
 
My cigarette smoke mixed with the smoke of my .38. If business was as good as my aim, I'd be on Easy Street. Instead, I've got an office on 49th Street and a nasty relationship with a string of collection agents. Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead, and the rest are bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm a private eye.
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TracerBullet 1 DIC 2010 a las 6:32 p. m. 
Well, what I'm saying is that there are known knowns and that there are known unknowns. But there are also unknown unknowns; things we don't know that we don't know.
Mobius 1 DIC 2010 a las 6:04 p. m. 
I'ill be dead on his ass like spenser for ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Hire! I'll hunt him down and feed him his own testicles. AND I'd do it in a jiffy. And I don't care if his mamma there, grandmamma, innocent bystanders, little kids, baby sitters, bill collectors whatever! I'll leave his whole block filled with hot grass if I have to! AND YOU KNOW WHY!? CAUSE I JUST DONT GIVE A ♥♥♥♥!!!!!!