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So after I read GG's story about people getting stuck in a car, well a truck I decided to share my event.
Many many many years ago when I used to have a 33" waist(yes I had one, once) well I was 17, 240lbs. .
Anyway, one night I was invited to go to a party that was taking place at a friend's ex gf's place. So everthing was quiet, until I realized that some shit would take place, between two gangs and I saw that I was in one of those gangs. Suddenly my friend arrived to me and shooted "hide that gun"
after 30min I had 3 9mm's stuck in my jeans. Ok no big deal. Suddenly a small mofer arrived, he plays LB for the rival team, shit im pissed, he's ugly (BTW HE went to play at Kent State, now plays pro) and he a fucking garden dwart. that fucker was also lucky as when he graduated from Kent het got a job as a broker on the 101st floor of the WTC but 2 months before the 9/11 he went to play in the CFL, so for your football maniac you know who im talking about.
Suddenly a fight errupted, ok we all get out. my friends starts to walk toward the end of the street, me I went to get my car, a 87 Gold TOPAZ, suddenly I see one of these fuckers pulled some guns and run toward my friends, I pushed the gas went to my buddies and yelled
"they have guns shooting at us man get in!!!!!!!!!"
Now imagine 8 guys getting in a 87 mercury topaz
we were a total of nine.
one even was on my dash.
So I was driving like a madman, trying not to get shot with 8 fuglies onboard
after a while I was trying to figure out a place to hide. But do you how hard it is to drive when you see shit
I had to ask my friend
Right lane
Friend 1: right lane
f2: right ;lande
f3: im checking, clear
f2: clear
f1: clear
it was like in the NAVY, all guys crowded one on one, repeating.
Oh well I miss my teens years
The day after I told my father that people were shooting at me after a party, the bastard didnt asked me if I was ok, but went to see if I had bullet holes in the carrolleyes:
Many many many years ago when I used to have a 33" waist(yes I had one, once) well I was 17, 240lbs. .
Anyway, one night I was invited to go to a party that was taking place at a friend's ex gf's place. So everthing was quiet, until I realized that some shit would take place, between two gangs and I saw that I was in one of those gangs. Suddenly my friend arrived to me and shooted "hide that gun"
after 30min I had 3 9mm's stuck in my jeans. Ok no big deal. Suddenly a small mofer arrived, he plays LB for the rival team, shit im pissed, he's ugly (BTW HE went to play at Kent State, now plays pro) and he a fucking garden dwart. that fucker was also lucky as when he graduated from Kent het got a job as a broker on the 101st floor of the WTC but 2 months before the 9/11 he went to play in the CFL, so for your football maniac you know who im talking about.
Suddenly a fight errupted, ok we all get out. my friends starts to walk toward the end of the street, me I went to get my car, a 87 Gold TOPAZ, suddenly I see one of these fuckers pulled some guns and run toward my friends, I pushed the gas went to my buddies and yelled
"they have guns shooting at us man get in!!!!!!!!!"
Now imagine 8 guys getting in a 87 mercury topaz
we were a total of nine.
one even was on my dash.
So I was driving like a madman, trying not to get shot with 8 fuglies onboard
after a while I was trying to figure out a place to hide. But do you how hard it is to drive when you see shit
I had to ask my friend
Right lane
Friend 1: right lane
f2: right ;lande
f3: im checking, clear
f2: clear
f1: clear
it was like in the NAVY, all guys crowded one on one, repeating.
Oh well I miss my teens years
The day after I told my father that people were shooting at me after a party, the bastard didnt asked me if I was ok, but went to see if I had bullet holes in the carrolleyes:
huh
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