Check Point Page #3

is all this talking

I'm hearing about you knocking

people's American flags

down off their lawn?

You can't go around doing that

just because you're pissed off

with the President.

You're a soldier yourself,

you all know better than that.

I hear you doing

that one more time,

I'm going to lock you up

for a week, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Alright.

Go on, get the hell out of here

and go get them damn

blueberry pancakes,

or whatever the

hell it is you eat.

You better watch

that cholesterol, boy.

Hello Sunshine, how are you?

What would you like today?

Suzie's dumplings, maybe?

Ping-bang-bang-bang

Bing-bang-bing-bang.

Ping-pang-ping-pang-ping.

Nobody's gonna give

a damn about that.

I'm gonna get me

some Rosetta Stone

and learn every damn

thing you talking.

Against the dying of the light,

there can be no

mercy for any force

blocking his path from

his righteousness.

Wife is having a bath.

Is that right?

Yup.

Got everything you

need all packed up

and ready to go

right here, baby.

What's that?

This is the master plan:

Port's city there...

the battleship...

checkpoint.

Nice.

Let's do this.

Listen,

I'm not judging or anything,

but the first time should

be special, memorable.

It was, Damiano.

15 dollars, 15 minutes.

I remember her name: Melody.

You boppin'

strippers now, Fully?

Ooh, who was that?

Gonna miss these days?

Yeah, I'll miss it bro. Hoorah.

- Hey-

- Hey-

ls there where the party's at?

Yes, ma'am. Come on in.

God damn, woo.

Where's the music at?

Turn that music up, boys.

It's time to party.

I see somebody's been

partying over here

like a sleeping beauty.

Oh, sh*t! That's my song!

Turn it up, boys!

Woo!

Woo,

that's what I'm talking about!

Who's up, who's up?

I need a boy who's awake who

can hammer this, alright?

Yeah, Darn! Woo.

I'm up!

Yeah, girl. Hoorah.

Bend it over for me.

Bend it over for me.

Yeah, you gonna miss

this whore, Dom?

You're gonna miss this, boy.

Let me tell you.

Yeah, girl, woo!

What the f*** is wrong

with you, b*tch?

You've got no sh*t boy, no sh*t!

The other day, some

group came by and tried

to sell me on an idea:

building a paintball

park on my land

so they could play war games.

I mean, who the hell needs that?

Oh, it doesn't sound that bad.

You have a nice piece of land.

So you told me Lincoln was

on your land one time?

Well, I mean,

that's how all this scuttlebutt

started about these

tunnels, you know?

So, I guess they connected

that with Lincoln.

Oh, that's right,

those famous tunnels

start right here at your house

and end up at the

White House shitter.

Yeah, but I'll tell you

what, man. It's true.

One of these goddamn things

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