Yeah, one of them was one I'm sure he traded for my bike.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Bet they all had a bike, though :smilie4:Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmacky
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Yeah, one of them was one I'm sure he traded for my bike.Quote:
Originally Posted by mankerBet they all had a bike, though :smilie4:Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmacky
Just gone ten to two.Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmackyYeah, one of them was one I'm sure he traded for my bike.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
I've been relieved of too many bikes :(
Doesn't matter, they'll take anything not nailed down.Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmacky
Le sigh. I usually do :sadwalk:Quote:
Originally Posted by mankerYou'll get something wrong eventually :fist:Quote:
Originally Posted by Squeamous
Reddit :o
It's technically not "hangin'" if you don't get to go home until your mom gives them money. :noes:Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmacky
I could go on, but here's the story. My younger brother and I were the only white kids in the neighborhood, so I made a bunch of black friends that would usually result from me beating their asses. I did lose a fight once when a kid named Terell basically got into a boxing fight with me. He probably hit me in the face 50 times, I hit him once; it ended when he got tired and we both rested upon a parked motorcycle, we talked and basically became friends afterwards. I don't think he ever stole anything, but the rest of the crew was another story.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabytemeIt's technically not "hangin'" if you don't get to go home until your mom gives them money. :noes:Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmacky
I lost all faith in any boxing talents, so every confrontation after that I used to body slam, suplex, and hold them down, the trick was to make it look pretty wicked (WWF style) and I'd get a lot of cheers and words of encouragement from the crowd of them. I had built up an incredible core strength from doing these very moves on my 230 pound mulatto friend at the time (inside though, he was much whiter than me). So that's the story of how I made a load of black ghetto friends for when I was around the neighborhood.
I've been to some of their places before, but they were filthy dumps (and we lived in the same complex). So they used to hang out at my place, raiding my pantry for chips and we would play the Nintendo and the Sega. Once in awhile they stole stuff, get berated by my mom for letting them in.
It's a good thing you got the chance to go one-on-one with them (especially with a 50:1 punch ratio) . I don't think that is the current style of today.
I suppose all things considered, I shouldn't complain too much about growing up in the isolation of Northern Idaho.
And we can both be thankful we aren't British. :ewww:
BTW, I think one of the best features of that picture is you wearing a polo shirt- way to make yourself stand out like a sore thumb, Macky. :P
Plus I don't see a tree anywhere in that pic.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
Wasn't it the other way round with the KKK stringing up the coons? :blink:Quote:
Originally Posted by SqueamousPlus I don't see a tree anywhere in that pic.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme