They made it out xdxd too bad tho
Although they were out of the sweaty tunnels of jockstraps, the war raged on. Napoleon fired firey catapults of fire at the Marines.
Fortunately, no one cared xdxd, so they all went inside of a subway to have some food, except Dylan Klebold. He picked up an AR-15 and WENT TO WAR LIKE A GOD "OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!" Klebold exclaimed, as he gunned down frenchies with his AR-15 from ridiculously long distance.
Flo ordered a huge footlong meatball sub and gorfed (is that a word) it down like a big girl. Charlotte cried into a handkerchief, while Mitchell and Patterson played foosball and the Templar flirted with the cashier.
"Relax, we've had plenty of hostage takings back in Afghanistan," explained another US Marine with a FIDGET SPINNER XDXD. By the ways, he dies later.
Suddenly, a fireball hurled from a catapult wrecked the roof, causing part of it to cave in on the marine. Charlotte and Flo barely survived because of main character bs.
Anyway, now would be a good time for something inspirational like, oh i don't know, Flo suddenly discovering she knows how to shoot a gun and defeating the french army with one blow of feminism or something like that. Or charlotte leading the charge for an army of british soldiers to get the frenchies out of england. But naw fam, this is America. Don't catch u slippin now.
But yeah, after two weeks of mega-gay battling, the Marines ended up clearing out the French Army from England. Napoleon was somewhat disappointed about the result. Although they had depleted the British and Marine forces by a large amount, the French Army took huger losses, and ended up getting nowhere in the process. And soon the americans will start an uprising so dank, it'll makes george washington get beant.
But they still have the package. So long as Stephanie is here, things will be fine.
Yah yeet
2 years later, the americans were staging d-day, an attack on the beaches of poutine-normandy (formerly known as normandy, but then the canadians came and wrecked it, eh).
Flo was forcefully enlisted into the Marines, mainly due to the fact her sister was providing essential intel to the French Army or something like that, or it's just because this is america.
The sergeant dood was making announcements to the squadron.
"IT'S TIME TO DOOL MEN! WE NEED TO WRECK THE FRENCHIES! THANK GOD CANADA SECURED NORMANDY!"
Suddenly, the canadian troops began to fire on the american troops.
"THIS IS FOR THE TAXES, BITCHES!" shouted a canadian soldier.
"OH NO THEY BETRAYED US!" shouted the sergeant, moments before getting shot in the head.
Suddenly, XXXtentacion came back to life with his SAD! music video and made a rap. (Actually made by Sam in like 2 minutes) stay banded up like Ronny j
I hit a lick on lonny lane
fly like a bird or an airplane
yeah I soar all the time and you bitches are low, my lyrics are fine but you niggas are slow, murder these niggas like I murder these flows, speed in the rap like I speed down the road, yh, riding my wave like ur all in tow, we're in the ocean and niggas don't row, some emotion is what you should show, getting near my goal, yeah I'm getting so close, pop pussies like moles and put you in a hole, fuck with my friends put that gun in your throat, rowing the boat, can no longer float, get off my back, go back to rap, run or I might bust a cap, straight in your ass like a tranquilizer, turn it up like an amplifier, in music I've found peace, in music I've found help, tryna get grease off my moat but it's stuck like some kelp get off my body, you're not my coat, niggas keep telling me stop switching flows, stop switching sides, my groups maintain straight like a line, cinquain poems weren't where I started, quatrain poems just made me retarded, long story short, rap's built like a fort, start from the bottom and get to the top, I'm the rapper that won't ever flop, broke ass niggas still stealin from shops, break in a ship, take all the cash, shoot then you dip, watch out for the cops, they might give lip, watch out for the homeless begging for tips, hitting some licks in Atlanta like fredo Santana, smoke Meth in Montana, sell meds during summer, got partners like brothers, protect like my mother, when the cops come try not to shudder, don't break down like a shutter in a hurricane, you think it's a game that ur playing but if you don't try you won't be stayin, enjoy your time with us right at the top, kick you off, hope you don't hate the drop. (Becoming a SoundCloud rapper, just search up "samolu").
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?" X shouted. "Don't make me... don't fucking ma- TRY ME MIGHT FIGHT FIST FUCK ON SIGHT WRIST HEAVY FAT DYKE POP MOLLY MIKE IKE I GOT GLACIAL WHITE ICE AND MY BITCH RACK NICE AND I DO FIGHT DYKES RIDE MY DICK LIKE A BIKE, YHHHHHHH"
"X, help us out here!" screamed Flo. X stared at her.
"Naw cracker, I ain't bout fam. Imma get out of here now. I'm going back to my homeboys in Florida."
X didn't realize that in these times, Florida hadn't been discovered by Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo yet. He still left.
YOU ARE READING
JUNE '69
HumorWARNING: This book contains extremely offensive and mature language. Reader's Discretion is highly advised. Note: None of the events depicted in this book actually happened. The year is 1769. As war rages on between the French Fries, lead by the gr...
