by Samuelx
BET YOU HAVE A PIMPLE ON YOUR FORESKIN,THATS OF COURSE IF YOU HAVE A DICK QUEER TURD SHIFTER
Would've given this story a 100 if you put in Kickball, Dodgeball, Horseshoes, Darts, Billiards, Tetherball, Ping-Pong, or Russian Roulette. But maybe you are saving that for another story!
The same pattern, endless description of some obscure college to the point where it becomes a distraction from the main story, characters who figure that because they have no criminal records they are police officer material, this reads like every other story by the same author. Maybe there should be a parody, in which the characters are students of Rob Banks University or Lex Luthur College receiving training in chemistry, firearms and commerce to become the university-educated archvillians of tomorrow's criminal underworld. The scholarships would be offered by fraudulent or bankrupt companies, ranging from Enron to Bre-X, and the prime choice of employers after graduation should be Cosa Nostra Inc, Black Hand Enterprises, Black Sheep of Triad or Mafia Inc. It'd create work for all the would-be cops from obscure US colleges in the rest of these stories?