Duke, Princess Leah and I were hanging out on the back deck of the tree house a few wars ago discussing our favourite coffee barista when we decided we needed a fix. With all of the hiding we'd been forced into because of Leah's wayward flame throwing we hadn't had a good dose of Di Bella for what seemed an eternity.
We arrived at the Chinese Quarter to a scene reminiscent of one of Leah's misadventures. It was obvious we weren't the only girls with access to the Brisbane City Council's arsenal of blackmarket contraband. Luckily the Parallel Universe and the Flat White were still standing. Every other house in the valley had been torched and their were naked girls lying dead in the street. I told Leah that I would lose all respect for her if she didn't keep her hands in her pockets- these girls cant defend themselves for god's sake.
At least the bitches that did this have some respect for coffee and beer. I suggested to Duke that it was an obvious trap and we need to get the flock outta there and back into the jungle. Leaving the only 2 establishments that the 4064 frequent is a classic tactic of jungle warfare. They are just waiting to ambush us.
And then we saw her.
I looked across the street to see the most beautiful woman in torn jeans and shirt and an AK-47 over her shoulder standing calmly drinking a mocha soy latte with a twist of Red Bull. She obviously didn't speak any English but that was the last thing that mattered to us.
Quickly I told Leah to get over there and do whatever it took to get her back to the treehouse. I don't know what she did and in most cases I turn a blind eye when Leah comes up with the goods. Some things are better left unknown.
Next thing I knew we were all on Duke's bike and getting the flock back to the hills. We'd work out what to do with our latest catch when we got home. My my, she sure is pretty though.
We arrived at the Chinese Quarter to a scene reminiscent of one of Leah's misadventures. It was obvious we weren't the only girls with access to the Brisbane City Council's arsenal of blackmarket contraband. Luckily the Parallel Universe and the Flat White were still standing. Every other house in the valley had been torched and their were naked girls lying dead in the street. I told Leah that I would lose all respect for her if she didn't keep her hands in her pockets- these girls cant defend themselves for god's sake.
At least the bitches that did this have some respect for coffee and beer. I suggested to Duke that it was an obvious trap and we need to get the flock outta there and back into the jungle. Leaving the only 2 establishments that the 4064 frequent is a classic tactic of jungle warfare. They are just waiting to ambush us.
And then we saw her.
I looked across the street to see the most beautiful woman in torn jeans and shirt and an AK-47 over her shoulder standing calmly drinking a mocha soy latte with a twist of Red Bull. She obviously didn't speak any English but that was the last thing that mattered to us.
Quickly I told Leah to get over there and do whatever it took to get her back to the treehouse. I don't know what she did and in most cases I turn a blind eye when Leah comes up with the goods. Some things are better left unknown.
Next thing I knew we were all on Duke's bike and getting the flock back to the hills. We'd work out what to do with our latest catch when we got home. My my, she sure is pretty though.
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