FREAK!

Good choice.

they left out the part where joker tried to explain crime statistics to them

SHE CUTE

>maybe here the niggers are the white
whoa they should put this in the new twilight zone

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>So there we were, on our way to Lane's, a trendy new restaurant that just opened and the Gotham Time's praised as "an exciting, new way to enjoy traditional ukranian cuisine". I felt more than a little anxious this evening due to Halberstram's comment about the Windsor going out of fashion so I decided half an hour before we went to take five Xanax and down a bottle of a bottle of cheap Captain Morgan's I stole from a bum I stabbed to death I don't even care to remember when.
>I wore a white shirt from Prada I bought yesterday with Jane, coupled with black trousers and a black suit jacket from Hugo Boss. To complete the ensemble I chose to wear a black leather belt from Gucci and black leather Bugatti Oxford's. Muller, the fat fuck, wore the same suit he wore on yesterday's cocaine binge, a tie from Eugenio Venanzi, black jacket and trousers from Versace, the cream shirt from Hugo Boss and, my eyes couldn't believe it, brown leather shoes from LLoyd. I was barely able to control my rage as he walked towards me, put his hand on my shoulder and asked me how I was doing, his cheap Chanel perfume from last year's season assaulting my nostrils and I wished I had more Xanax and booze on me. I managed to smile and we wait until Van Patten shows up. His wardrobe consisted of a silk light blue shirt by Lauren, matching darker blue suspenders from Canali Milano, a gold Tissot I figured he must have bought from the jeweler down Avery Street. His black trousers were from Luciano Barbera. Since Lane was on the other end of the city and none of us managed to book a cap in time we decided as not to squander our reservation to use the subway. At that point I wished I didn't left my Uzi in the fitness club. I decided to swallow my pride, excused myself to the bathroom and took some cocaine me and Van Patten bought off some columbian dealer the night before.
This is getting quite long

depends on the stench

>As we entered the subway the smell of poverty, desperation and piss was almost too unbearable for me. For some reason Muller and Van Patten decided to sit down and I contemplated for a second if I shouldn't just grab their hair and smash their faces on the poles until they were nothing more than an unrecognisable mess. "Hey Smith, want to sit down?" Muller asked me. "How long?" I snapped at him, the Xanax and the booze barely able to take the edge off my voice.
>Then we spotted him, the clown. I can barely remember what was said at that moment, all I could think of was kicking that guy's face in. We managed to get off the subway in time. At Lane's, we had delightful clam borscht on a hot gouda sauce.

What's this?

He gets his sign robbed by blacks guys in the trailer

American psycho with Gotham replacing the city

:)

Cute

At least someone got it. I am not a decent writer

Cool it with the anti literary remarks

Go to army.

dilate