Boondocks Saints Quotes Novels & Stories

I shake my head as I drive behind the lines of SUVs and decide to pass them flipping the bird at the car I know Prank is driving. “Shove it up your ass, dickhead,” he says, and I can’t help but chuckle when other chuckles are heard through the line. “I don’t have the same tastes as you, my friend,” I reply as I keep laughing at the exchange happening. “Maybe you should ask God to bless us all,” Ghost says and Priest is the one laughing out loud. “You’re already dead, man. I don’t think God would give a fuck about a bunch of criminals trying to commit a crime,” Priest says and I can’t help but agree with him.

Cynthia encouraged once more, encovering Linda's frame with her arms. Bode strained, squatting with trepidation; he could still hear the clattering and loud thud of footsteps with vulgar language proudly uttered by harsh voices. He could rise angrily and call them - cruel, useless or good for nothing motherfuckers but he wouldn't dare! Lagos robbers were like equipped giant difficult to contend with and he knew this. He had been told they were armed with rifles, cutlasses and sharp - edged bottles. Bode prayed, sighing and breathing heavily with eyelids closed as he felt urine trickle down his knees. He shifted, cursing as Mama Fatty crouched with her hips raised up and headgear encovering h

“Don’t you think you’re overacting? This is what you wanted anyway, for Jade to be humiliated. If you ask me, I’d say Leonardo did you a favor.” “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then,” I retorted, rolling my eyes at the obvious taunt from him. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to feel bad for the boy. Your bark has always been worse than your bite.” “Dante Carusso. Shut up.” I heard his rusty laugh before the sound of music drifted through, like someone had opened a door and shut it back. “Yes, my mighty lord and saviour,” he teased. “I’d like to go back to my Mexican bitches, at least one of us should have fun tonight.”

“Wake up fool. We are wasting daylight. Let’s find these bandits you spoke of last night.” Tom shot up, unexpectedly “Hush girl. You know not what you speak of. The day we meet those bandits, will be the last day we live. That is my word, and my word is my bond. “ She laughed and said, “You’re a bank robber for Goddess’s sake, your word cannot be your bond.”

"Black Saint." "Joseph Eastwood speaking, Black Saint..."

I sat on the log, I'd spent enough hours on it — and pulled my knees up and watched the flames. Footsteps. Bram came through from outside. Coat on, boots on,. He looked at me on the log. Said nothing. Sat down on the floor against the far wall with his back to the stone and his forearms on his knees. The fire between us. Neither of us spoke for a while. "Tell me about the Rabid Saints," I said finally. He looked at the fire.

It was obvious that this MC was allied with the Rebels closely. As I got a look at the MC name of the back of one of their jackets, I could feel myself pale. "The Saints?" Viper asked in a weak voice. The Saints were one of the largest MC's around, as big as the Lost Boys and just as vicious. If they were with the Rebels, it was going to be harder than I though to get Petal and Margo back. "You fucking traitor! You're no brother of mine!" Shooter yelled at Joker who just shrugged.

“Join me, Saint? Make me a sweet sinner tonight?” Zoe almost rolled her eyes as the woman stumbled over the succession of ‘s’ words, indicating that she was also halfway to smashed. She also thought the whole saint/sinner thing was a bit cheesy, but whatever, and she was one hundred percent sure that Saint used the ‘sweet sinner’ line often. Probably to great effect. “Aw, thanks, ladies.” Saint gave them a wide grin, clocked both the shaved pussy and the pert, rosy nipples, and Zoe watched the women swoon. “But I’m here with Zee tonight… another time, OK?”

I heard Saint shout. "Move a muscle Santillana and our sniper will bury a bullet in your brain." Saint....please...save yourself. I am fine... don't worry about me. Save yourself...

“Really, how so?” “Cutter built the Saints from nothing with his bare hands. It was the wild fucking west back then, and he was able to tame a handful of misfits and make them profitable in record time. He also managed to keep his crew alive, and out of jail in a time when that took deep pockets and an iron fist. The Burning Saints were born in the wild, but the world around them was becoming civilized and he knew it.” “If he agreed with you, then why did he treat you like shit? Why did he break us up, and exile you?” Cricket demanded.