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Joke's on him, because now he's out a tennis ball.
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Randomly, or were you wearing a silly hat or something?
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Shit like that happens to me fairly frequently, so I can't really say "randomly."
But I don't know what about me incited it.
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He looked like an intelligent chap, so I yelled out "Faggot!" because I figured he would know the olde english term for sticks. he just looked at me like I insulted him, so I grabbed the closest thing at hand, a tennis ball. luckily, my aim was dead on and I knocked the sticks away from this guys head.
I probably saved his life, but I'm out a tennis ball.
Puzzling. Carry a gun.
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Once while driving around with my friend Will, we were stopped at a stoplight when we saw this big meathead looking fucker stomping up to the crosswalk. He proceeds to punch the crosswalk button like it was his girlfriend's face, so Will hangs out the passenger window and yells, "Asssssssssssshoooooooooole." The light turns green and we proceed through the intersection and into a shopping center. About 5 minutes and a quarter of a mile later, we stop at a stopsign and I look out the driver's side window just in time to see Jocko come running up and punch it (not hard enough to break it, mind you.) He then proceeds to back up for about fifteen feet to the curb while holding his arms out like he was saying, "What now, bitch?" This can only mean that he spent 5 minutes of his day chasing my car just so he could hurt his own hand and then back down from a fight that wasn't happening.
Another time, I had my friend Donnie in the car. He was eating some Pizza Hut breadsticks, but didn't want the marinara sauce, so the little cup was just sitting on my dash. As we're driving, he sees this group of middle school kids walking down the street just after school let out. He turns to me, goes, "These kids are fucked," and proceeds to hurl the marinara cup at their backs. It nails one of them and explodes and all I can do is stare at him with a combination of shock and amusement and keep driving.
wow
your friend is a piece of shit
that's a really fucked up thing to do to someone
thats a pretty asshole thing to do
donnie's still a shithead
wait what
my brother can't not tell stories of him fucking his ex without sounding as crass as hell
i remember him regaling some folks in vent of his tales
he was all "ONE TIME I FUCKED MY GIRL ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND NUTTED ALL OVER HER BUTT. SHE DIDN'T EVEN WIPE IT OFF. SHE GOT BACK IN THE CAR AND WE WENT HOME."
jesus fucking christ
I would just stop the car
wait for the inevitable confrontation
and let nature take its course
wow
how unbearably uncouth
real as hell
he does not care if you are uncomfortable with the prospect of him possibly nutting on your clothes
you better hide them or he will
seriously
let him get his ass beat once or twice and he'll stop doing that stupid shit
why is my tie all crusted together?
and then the ultimate hustler poked out of the ashtray. "the only nuts you be busting are your granddaddy's all over your chin" and he was like damn.
now we're reaching
but alas, i can't disdain proper use
i approve of this hustling
don't you live in LA
To live in that city and still stand out there and really make people go "holy shit that is one gay looking dude"
i mean you gotta be doing something
All depends on the neighborhood. If I lived in West Hollywood, I wouldn't ever get any shit. I would, however, get hit on even more than usual.
But where I live, there's apparently a lot of jackasses or something. Every time I've been harassed (Including the time I got mugged), it has been within three blocks of my house.
where the hell do you live
west harlem, LA apparently
i've never been mugged either
which is weird because I live in LA and weigh 140 lbs