porkchop buddah
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I don't trust other peoples bho process. bho might be safe but im old school and breaking up a bud is what I am. your going to sleep? I just woke up gotta work fucking 3rd shift sucks dick like a hungry crackhead
I don't trust other peoples bho process. bho might be safe but im old school and breaking up a bud is what I am. your going to sleep? I just woke up gotta work fucking 3rd shift sucks dick like a hungry crackhead
BGB here is what happened to my face. my wife and I went out to a restaurant to celebrate her birthday. my wife and I do not drink often, maybe half dozen times thru the year. while we were waiting for our food we decided to hit the bar and be social. I was enjoying some tv and my wifes company when a drunk younger college kid decided to lose his shit. I was talking to my wife when this kid pushes me ands says that I bumped into him. I began trying to calm down the situation with my personality but they didn't go well lol. he calls me some pretty cool names like cum bucket and goat fucker? then this guy trys to slap me, very bad move. I avoid the slap and crack him on the chin, he stumbles and I just lose my cool and pummel him til he goes to sleep. this is where I get my ass handed to me, turns out his buddy has a really good sucker punch. as I get up to walk away from knocking out the kid I catch I mean fist to my face I didn't see coming. I felt the tooth just shatter and my head getting dizzy. I was able to get some punches in but by then a few guys seperated us. lucky for all of us it involved no cops, me and the wife walked away
It's normally at times like that I reach for my trusty knuckle duster cos then its doesn't leave much time for them sucker punches !!
Oh yeah last night was great!!!
Morning porkie
hey COCO our story might be too similar lol. it was a sucker punch that got me, im a big boy 6"6 over 200lbs. if I seen it im sure I could of handled it differently
It is time that I come clean, clear my conscience and make restitution for what I have done. I can't imagine the look on your face when you arrived in the parking lot of the Springfield Civic Center still aglow from the metaltastic show that The Scorpions put on, only to find your orange Monza reduced to a pile of crumpled steel and vinyl. I'm sure the one question you asked was why?
Here is how it went down:
I had just got my license several days prior and had spent every penny I had on an Impala four door. It wasn't pretty but it ran and had a cavernous back seat due to being slightly smaller than a Sherman tank. Being that I was an inexperienced driver, had a low tolerance for alcohol, and had never driven in the city before, it made perfect sense in my adolescent mind to load up 8 of my friends, 3 fifths of Bacardi and a bag of weed into the old girl and head into town for The Scorpions show.
We smoked bones by the dozen and washed away cotton mouth with the Bacardi. It was pretty easy to sneak in booze back then so I was able to stuff the remaining fifth in my pants before I cruised into the show. As you well know, The Scorps rocked the house that night, even playing old standards like The Zoo I impressed the girl next to me by sending a few shots her way. She rewarded me by letting me play with her boobs and grind up on her during Rock You Like a Hurricane. I like to think she was pretty but she probably wasn't.
Ultimately, the lights went out and it was time to head out. This is where things went awry. As I eased the blue boat out of the parking spot, I cut the wheel too early. I heard a thud. I knew it was my bumper contacting your door. My mind raced like a greyhound on fire. I'm going to get a DUI!!! I'll lose my license until I'm 25!! I'll never get laid!! No more concerts!! Sadly, I panicked...I panicked real bad. While still in reverse, I punched it. It took each and every one of the 300 horsepower that the old motor made to move my car. Your poor Monza was on two wheels and literally 3 feet off the ground. The screech of metal to metal filled the air. Finally, it ended like it began; with a thud; this time of your tires finally hitting the ground. The crowd of concert goers leaving the venue erupted in cheers, some even flashing me double devil horns of approval. I was an accidental celebrity for a moment, but, a celebrity nonetheless. As I drove off, I looked back at your crumpled Monza and thought Karma is going to get me.
Karma did get me many years later. Someone did something very similar to my beloved but uninsured Lexus. I didn't get pissed. I had it coming. I still do owe you though. If you had your Monza destroyed at The Scorpions show, email me and I will take you for a beer wherever you want to go. Well...except Springfield. I"m not that good at driving in the city.