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Originally posted by Tom Yum View PostYou sound like a punk, Hardman. No, not as in punk rock - punk as in someone who needed a beat down.
There was a guy in my highschool who was a bully. Not throwing spit wads in the back of people's heads, he would find skinny, rich-looking kids. Harass them, steal their shit and sell it. Kind of a big dude, so not too many students had the balls to stand up to them. And those that did and could, weren't bothered by him.
He stole some valuable stuff from this one nerdy, dork; a non-athletic, middleclass white kid and good classmate of mine. A pager or something. The problem was that the pager that he stole wasn't his; it belonged to his sister's boyfriend. The sister's boyfriend was involved in some extra curricular activities involving colors and hand signs.
The pager gets a ring. Kid calls the pager number number and starts talking smack, thinking he's being funny and tormenting one of the nerd's friends. Sister's bf has the kids number and now knows where the kid lives. They payed him a visit and he was a much more chilled out person that year.
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Originally posted by DickHardman View Postgreat story and all, but your attempt at somehow painting me as a robber for shooting spitwads back in middle school is pretty wack. thanks for your concern though, but maybe you should worry about yourself a bit more.Last edited by Tom Yum; 09-09-2007, 01:25 AM.
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Originally posted by Tom Yum View PostI'm just suprised you got away with being a punk in middle school with the spit wad thing but folks grow up in different environments and learn how to respect in different ways.
plus, it was fun too. i wasnt the only one, its just something that all the boys in class did, we all had fun shooting spitballs at eachother and creating different ridiculous ways to fire them across the room. even some of the females got into it, they started bringing their own straws to class to retaliate. it was just childish nonsense, nowhere on the same level as robbing people of their valuables. it was lots of fun, thats for sure. i remember one time specifically when the teacher turned the lights out so we could watch a movie. when the lights came on, the entire classroom was littered with spitwads lol.....the darkness of the room provided great opportunities to nail people. dont get me wrong, some of us did get caught and handed detentions. but we were good at being sneaky about it. in a classroom with 30+ plus kids and your own personal desk to store stuff in, its pretty easy to fire off spitwads at unsuspecting people and get away with it.
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I see what you mean.
We used to wrassle in middle school. Dog pile - two guys wrestle, the guy who gets the other one down tried to pin him and everyone leaps onto that guy and then talk smack to the guy on bottom...lol but we were just playing. We played king of the mountain: someone gets on top of a 10' dirt pile and you had to run up and take him off. If you did, you stayed on the dirt pile, became king of the mountain and had guys trying to ram you, pull your legs out from under or tug you off the pile.
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Originally posted by Tom Yum View PostI see what you mean.
We used to wrassle in middle school. Dog pile - two guys wrestle, the guy who gets the other one down tried to pin him and everyone leaps onto that guy and then talk smack to the guy on bottom...lol but we were just playing. We played king of the mountain: someone gets on top of a 10' dirt pile and you had to run up and take him off. If you did, you stayed on the dirt pile, became king of the mountain and had guys trying to ram you, pull your legs out from under or tug you off the pile.
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Class at the Dojo Saturday morn, teaching 2 private lessons sat and 2 private lessons sunday, dinner out sat., chores, chores and more chores.
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Originally posted by jubaji View PostI guess Cheech has a more exciting weekend planned down there in the basement...
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