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| quote: | Originally posted by PurpleHaze
2. It was grade 3 class picture day and this dumb bitch ruined my hair that my mom did for me that morning so I got ketchup from our "hotlunch" fries and squirted her white dress just before picture time
3. When I was really young like 5-6 I used to beatup my next door neighbour who was a year younger than me, pretty much every day. I would call him in my backyard and just start hitting him and throwing him into the fence, then after I would appoligize and play with him nicely and continue that every day...beating him up and then being nice LOL wtf.... |
Those are fucking awesome.
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
*grade 4 on victoria day bought a box of fireworks from the convenience store, went outside, lit it on fire and tossed it back into the store with about 7 customers in there lol.
* age 21 was talking to a girl in a club when her friend made a rude comment about me and i poured my beer on her head. she ran to the washroom crying while I highfived every guy at the bar lol.
* grade 6 went to see boyzn the hood with a few friends and a friends older cousin who was about 20 at the time. We brought fake shotguns with us that make lifelike BANG's when you pull the trigger, and we went around the neighbourhood and did fake drive by shootings on old people. watching old people dive for cover was funny at the time.
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Oh man, those are gold bro.
Let me think about some of mine...
Grade 5 - over the summer, for about 4 years, we all hung out at the town pool (Cheektowaga, outside of Buffalo). Well, nothing was ever out of the ordinary, and most of our parents weren't home. So about 12 of us go to my house, all the bikes were left in the driveway. Got into my parents' booze, dad's dirty magazines, even a guy and girl making out in the shower. Well, the one guy's father was a corrections officer, drove by the house and saw all the bikes, called my mom at work, and I was f-ed. She called and ended the party remotely, and I sat home awaiting my abuse. Of course, I wasn't slick enough at 10 to clean up my tracks. Guilty on all counts.
Grade 10 - Convinced my buddy to let me back his car up in my driveway. He changed his mind, then opened the door. I hit reverse, the corner of the door caught on the fence, I hit the gas, and the door ripped off. I then convinced him to tell his mom I did it so i wouldn't get in trouble. It worked for a little while, but he eventaully caved and I got busted. If only Tony Soprano was around then to teach me how to influence someone not to snitch...
Age 21 - Through about 17-21, we always had beef with this one East side gang, and we would occasionally run up into their apartment complexes jacking them, and it came back around...pretty vicious cycle. One night, I wasn't there, but my buddy got jacked by two guys and had his chain and pager (this way back in the day) stolen. None of my crew could help becuase two guys had guns to their gut, so they were staying put. Fast forward, and a bunch of us are at a club. We knew all the bouncers and bartenders, and I even jacked the owner when he grabbed me in a fight a few weeks earlier, so we had this place locked down. The buddy who got jacked pointed at this dude and said, "isn't that so and so?" We all gave the dude a push, pulled his stool out from under him, and "said a few things to him". Then, a week later, my buddy asked me why we "said what we said" to "so and so". Well, unfortunately, "so and so" and "so and so" were not the same "so and so".
That sucked...I felt so bad. We made it up to the kid, got him piss drunk the next few times we saw him, but man, what I shitty deal. I'm glad I've become such a good boy.
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Nathan Fake - Outhouse (Valentino Kanzyani Remix) 
