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Planet Hollywood The sequel
03:09:35 Dec 27th 16 - Mr. Bling:

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03:10:04 Dec 27th 16 - Mr. Bruce Willis:

Our hero swore he'd been here before. "I been here before.." he muttered in his semi drunken state. Another hell for Xmas he thought. Throwing people off buildings, blowing up 747's, dealing with shitty work colleges. Same crap, different xmas he thought.

Reaching out he grabs a bottle of whiskey and swills his mouth out. Gagging, he looks at the bottle. "Shitty Scottish whiskey" he mutters.. "nothing useful's come out of scotland.. ever"

The ringing of the phone breaks the miserable silence, adding another level of pain to his hangover. "yeah, McClane" he mutters. A loud shreaking voice pierces his eardrums, taking his hangover through the pain barrier. "You cheat" came the loud shreaky voice on the other end. He didnt need this today he thought. "What?" he yelled back, before the shreaky voice broke into a barrage of expletives that had a rhythmic quality to them. "lady" he yelled "you gotta take a pill and call me when u make sense" before he hung up on her. He wracked what functional brain cells worked, trying to remember her name. Began with A. Could be J. Didn't matter he thought. Probably didn't hold a door open for her, or leave enough money on the side table. A problem for another day.

He looked around the trailer. Place was wrecked. Oneye and Binksy were passed out in the armchairs. "Guess Jose Cuervo won that round" John thought to himself. Steadying himself on his feet, with a few sways to correct, he headed for the door. "Best hit the road" he muttered, waving to his passed out partners. His old banger of a car was ugly. Beat up and more rust than metal, but she was fast. Rest of the folks didnt like that she could move as quick as she could .. "why have all that power under the hood if you aint gonna unleash it" he figured. New age hippies bitching he figured.

Firing her up, he headed for the freeway. Wind in the hair would cure the hangover. A voice crackled over the radio.. "John, answer the radio idiot". "Damnit" he mumbled. "Yeah Justain, im here". The rasta voice sounded uptight. "John, we got some crackheads north of you John."  "Crackheads" he mulled over. "You mean the teletubby crew up north?" John replied. "Yeah, thats them brother. Anyway, the crackerhead leader flapping his jaw all over town, saying he got the biggest crew in the city and he wants you John". "Great" John mutters. "Didnt you beat on his ass last month?" comes the rasta man Justains question. "Yeah, he probably found his pecker and wants to show it off" John replies. "I got him. Keep the love smooth brother, we aint on our asses in Moss side yet" before signing off.

Tinseltown had lost its class over the years. A lot of unwanteds had rolled into town. They all had great stories, but when it came to a good ol fashion smackdown, they cried like every little bitch punk who thought they were the next god in town. His mind wondered to an old case. The nutjob Osi was back in town it was rumoured. Wonder if he'd recovered from that little incident of STD's. Doubt it. He'd always been a dirty character. Probably swapping different colored narcotics with the Hankster, see who could catch a fairy first.  Just another list of useless idiots that Hollywood had torn up and shit out onto the streets of Valhalla. All had a story, but thats all it was. Stories in their heads of great days gone by. When they could have been contenders. Now, just garbage by the wayside, waiting for the Binh man to clear out.

The rasta mans voice crackled over the radio again. "John, remember the mad Romanian. He back in town John."  "Boggie the Bogdan" John smirked. "yeah, who he got a contract out on this time?" John asked.  "He after dem sensitive fella's down da gay village" Justain replied...
"hmm, looks like its gonna be a hell of a new year rastaman" John replied. "I'll go speak to him".  "One udder ting John, the crazy bitch, she also in town John. She got some crocodile dundee guy with her. Ya know, all dat g'day mate type a lingo, John".  "Thanks rasta man" john mutters. Guess New Year gonna start and end with a bang he thought to himself. "Aisha" he muttered. "that was the crazy bitches name". I hate beating down on woman but some bitches be stuck on the darkside of crazy. Thats what this town does to you. This is what makes Hollywood.


10:44:21 Dec 27th 16 - Endless (Ms. Red Horse of The Apocalypse):

lol




05:55:24 Dec 31st 16 - Mr. Bruce Willis:

A night of heavy drinking, and the world suddenly changed for our hero. He found himself among a pile of rocks, wondering what strange joke the big guy upstairs was playing at.


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