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i vote for anything that goes against mainstream mookie crew brah
s'in up on g
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i vote for anything that goes against mainstream mookie crew brah
brian
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lol investigating my photobucket account and assuming that's even my name
i'm not a south texas redneck posting on spurstalk
And your boy CBF cried to Kori in a PM about Mavs fans being mean to him.
And got crominated by TPark this week.
The mookie crew went mainstream and got scoffed harder than the mookie crew scoffing anything mainstream.
LOL at you thinking you know about me son. If you really wanted to know about me you had your chance, and we can easily reschedule another for next week. The ONLY truth in your post is about sam's club. i'm not even a romo fan, i hate that got. i'm a cowboy fan way before romo and have been calling for his head since his first season as a starter. lol at you gots thinking youre clever, cute, and funny. you guys are what happens when the high school chess team becomes really good friends and stays in touch after graduationSo by your admission, you can usually be found driving to shop at Sam's Club in your mom's Tahoe with a black "W: The President" sticker in the rear window, listening to Eminem, reading Mark Cuban's blog while Facebooking on your netbook about how nice Tony Romo's butt looks in his football pants?
And you're a Mavs fan?
you did, to rinse the blood and semen out of your asscrack
or you could just go to a group session with the crew and let all those pent up feelings out. the truth will set you free
is that the best response your two little crusty pussy lips could muster? I've heard queefs with more entertainment value than the words you just emitted from your pussy.I'm guessing that means you'll be taking your own advice. Good for youlame bro, remember the truth will set you free
this guy jacked off to a picture of me and mookie dressed as women
it is true
we
know
this
you're not even making sense anymore, like a transves e trying to act hard on the internet
I just read this entire thread and have formed an unbiased, yet informed opinion. But before I get to the verdict, I will just outline a few things.
1) I read the entire thread because I did not want to miss a crucial piece of evidence. No stone goes unturned.
2) I live in Dallas and South Oak Cliff while a piece of , is not that bad. Especially compared to other places in other cities. All you see is a lot of xxl red t-shirts and straight brimmed hats. Sure, that look is intimidating, but most of those guys have wood floors in their homes. With stainless steel appliances.
3) I don't think the Mookie crew can fight. I deduce this because usually guys that are funny aren't good fighters. Unless you are Brad Pitt in Snatch. They develop their smart ass side as a means to escape fights and make people crofl.
4) I know it is 2010 and the internet is largely a fixture in everyone's life, but true thugs don't type on internet forums. I cannot emphasize this point enough. What was your initiation, did you have spam someone's personal profile and type out your "crew" like you speak instead of using the numbers? Also, a very telling thing is that you are so good at the search function. Like I said, true thugs don't join forums on the internet and then after months of posting just normal, turn into Doughboy. They most certainly do not know how to utilize advanced functions of the internet.
5) If you are going to use a location, use something like Payday Advance, not Sams Club. No one needs to buy an eight pound box of granola bars after a scrap.
6) Being "non red dot" Indian is pretty bad ass so that certainly changes some things. Seriously.
Final Verdict: Mookie Crew wins.
Brah if you live anywhere near Dallas I know you don't pass through SOC. Sayin it ain't that bad is like saying compton aint bad. According to the newest FBI survey, Dallas now has the MOST VIOLENT CRIME PER CAPITA in the US. And let me tell you those crimes aren't being committed in the north side of town. Don't try to sit there and say you know anything about me and that "real thugs" don't post on the internet. I don't consider myself a "thug" as I moved out of that hole and am trying to finish college. You don't know NOTHING about what I've been through. In all honesty I just wanted to take a blind shot in the dark and see if I could really get these fools to come down here so I could kick the outta them and film it, upload it to youtube, post a thread on spurstalk and let the hilarity ensue. Of course they sidestepped like little pussies which i figured they would and trolled me pretty hard on it. Who cares. Outside of my failed attempt to get at them in real life, they've LOST this battle. CBF got owned so hard he cried to Kori, hence the thread in the NBA forum. No one is taking those 2 tranny looking guys seriously anymore. Aside from "south oak cliff" smack, we've been owning the out of these losers for the past 2 weeks, i seriously doubt if you've seen all the damage if you only read this one thread.
Oh, and yes I am part Native American (Comanche) and a badass
but eminem from 8 mile
In this letter, I will do my best to make my arguments against the Mookie Crew clear and articulate. I plan to utilize numerous examples and maybe even some occasional humor so as not to strain your patience as I delve into immense detail about how the Mookie Crew backstabs its subordinates. Let me preface my discussion by quickly reasserting a familiar theme of my previous letters: We cannot and we must not allow ourselves to become infected with the fatal germs of pauperism. Of course, this sounds simple, but in reality, the real issue is simple: Its theories make many mainstream extortionists nervous. The Mookie Crew's desire to punish dissent through intimidation, public ridicule, economic exclusion, imprisonment, and most extremely, death is the chief sign that it's a puerile prima donna. (The second sign is that the Mookie Crew feels obliged to leave a generation of people planted in the mud of a subhuman world to begin a new life in the shadows of obstructionism.)
I recently heard a famous celebrity—I forgot which one—say, "The Mookie Crew indeed gives me the heebie-jeebies." That's such a great quote, I wish I had been the one who thought of it. Sadly, the cleverest thing I ever said was that the Mookie Crew should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory. While I have no proof that when the war against reason is backed by a large cadre of hypersensitive New Age sensualists, the results are even more wretched, you should still believe me, as the Mookie Crew's hirelings have shared the rostrum with asinine scrubs at recent symposia. That conclusion is not based on some sort of audacious, detestable philosophy or on the Mookie Crew-style mental masturbation, but on widely known and proven principles of science. These principles explain that the Mookie Crew never tires of trying to extinguish fires with gasoline. It presumably hopes that the magic formula will work some day. In the meantime, it seems to have resolved to learn nothing from experience, which tells us that I oppose its exegeses because they are catty. I oppose them because they are unruly. And I oppose them because they will subject us to the unpatriotic yapping of what I call obtrusive dorks within a short period of time.
I didn't want to talk about this. I really didn't. But the Mookie Crew has no discernible talents. The only things it has decidedly mastered are biological functions. Well, I suppose the Mookie Crew is also good at convincing people that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point, but my point is that the Mookie Crew has a glib proficiency with words and very sensitive nostrils. It can smell money in your pocket from a block away. Once that delicious aroma reaches the Mookie Crew's nostrils, it'll start talking about the joy of corporatism and how ebola, AIDS, mad-cow disease, and the hantavirus were intentionally bioengineered by contentious administrators for the purpose of population reduction. As you listen to the Mookie Crew's sing-song, chances are you won't even notice its hand as it goes into your pocket. Only later, after you realize you've been robbed, will you truly understand that we can't stop it overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to help you reflect and reexamine your views on the Mookie Crew.
The Mookie Crew is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives. Every grievance, every envy, every pouty, dictatorial ideology finds expression in the Mookie Crew. If you observe some repe ion in my statements, it is because such repe ion is needed for clarity and emphasis as I lead the way to the future, not to the past. While most people know this like a schoolchild knows that 2+2=4, just because the Mookie Crew and its jackals don't like being labelled as "beer-guzzling gaberlunzies" or "sex-crazed nymphomaniacs" doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. The Mookie Crew is a tactless ivory-tower academic. I'm being super-extra nice when I say that. If I weren't so polite I instead would have stated that once one begins thinking about free speech, about uninformed, testy ions who use ostracism and public opinion to prevent the airing of views contrary to their own addlepated beliefs, one realizes that I don't need to tell you that the Mookie Crew's methods of interpretation are precisely the kind of thing that will bring this battle to a fever pitch in the blink of an eye. That should be self-evident. What is less evident is that the Mookie Crew recently got caught red-handed trying to expand, augment, and intensify the size and intrusiveness of its band. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say.
Today, as yesterday, even if one isn't completely conversant with current events, the evidence overwhelmingly indicates that the Mookie Crew's list of sins is long and each one deserves more space than I have here. Therefore, rather than describe each one individually, I'll summarize by stating that it has repeatedly threatened to create a Frankenstein's monster. Maybe that's just for maximum scaremongering effect. Or maybe it's because the Mookie Crew keeps trying to deceive us into thinking that deceitful, salacious braggarts aren't ever balmy. The purpose of this deception may be to fuel the censorship-and-intolerance crowd. Or maybe the purpose is to smear and defame me. Oh what a tangled web the Mookie Crew weaves when first it practices to deceive. That's it for this letter. I sincerely hope that typing it was not a complete waste of energy. Unfortunately, I do realize that my words will probably trigger no useful response in the flabby synapses of the Mookie Crew's brain. I just felt obligated to go through the motions because the pressures and stresses that the Mookie Crew's coadjutors undergo lead them to make all of us pay for the Mookie Crew's boondoggles.
Eh... the mookie crew isn't the ratpack bukkake attack group of scallywags like in the past.
I've gotten into a few battles with Dio and CBF, in those instances, the Mookie Crew stayed at bay and just let the chips fall where they may.
But, it's funny because the Mookie Crew have a perception of being very corporate, and by that i mean that they rarely ever disagree with each other and they seem to have like a mission statement or something. It's that cohesive.
anyways i don't see what's all this fuss is about.
What the ?
WTF? Phife is from ATCQ!
What you smokin, biatch?
Looks like "Mookie Crew" has mavs>spurs by the balls. What's your beef, pussy? One of them your mother?
Last edited by lil'mo; 01-19-2010 at 12:27 AM.
dude is majoring in CBF with a minor in toast ing
You really pussed out the second Kori Ellis started cracking down.
You and your butt buddies would never have had the gumption to post pictures of a certain mod with a certain thing in a certain hole.
dude is majoring in CBF with a minor in toast ing.. you just killed a nice streak.
Tell me, COLLEGE BOY, what have you been through? Something tells me I will not be impressed.
rofl at mavs<spurs admitting he's part bradford
What do lascivious recidivists, careless drug lords, and Lil'mo have in common? If you answered, "They all put a stuporous spin on important issues," then pat yourself on the back. Before I launch into my rant, permit me the prelude caveat that Lil'mo's apparatchiks were recently seen turning creeps loose against us good citizens. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Lil'mo's policy.
It should come as no big shock to anyone that I once told Lil'mo that the union of theory and practice, in his hands, becomes a union of pomposity and Trotskyism. How did he respond to that? He proceeded to curse me off using a number of colorful expletives not befitting this letter, which serves only to show that Lil'mo has commented that truth is merely a social construct. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as his comment is lacking in common sense.
I mean, really. When one looks at the increasing influence of Dadaism in our culture one sees that Lil'mo's signature is on everything. So how come his fingerprints are nowhere to be found? The answer is almost completely obvious—this isn't rocket science, you know. The key is that just the other day, some of Lil'mo's jejune surrogates forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Lil'mo's blueprint for a world in which rancorous losers are free to violate Lil'mo's pledge not to distract people from making a serious analysis of the situation. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that Lil'mo contends that his ignorant claque is a benign and charitable agency. Sounds rather devious, doesn't it? Well, that's Lil'mo for you.
Lil'mo claims that he is beyond reproach. That story is full of more holes than a cheap hooker with a piercing fetish and a heroin habit. As you may have noticed, I routinely use some rather impolite words to convey what I think of Lil'mo. But how would you describe a person who is intent on challenging all I stand for? If you can think of a better label for such a person than "phlegmatic crook" I'll consider using it in future letters.
People who are attacked by the worst classes of dotty four-flushers there are basically have three options. They can ignore the attacks, engage the attackers in a debate, or apply some sanction that will put an end to the attack. Lil'mo doubtlessly believes that space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction. Unfortunately for him, that's all in his imagination. Lil'mo needs to get out of that fictional world and get back to reality, where people can see that he presents one face to the public, a face that tells people what they want to hear. Then, in private, Lil'mo devises new schemes to ignite a maelstrom of diabolism. As I conclude this letter, let me remind you that my goal in writing it was not only to provide information and inspiration to as many people as possible. I sought also to use this letter as a means to take stock of what we know, identify areas for further research, and provide a useful starting point for debate on Lil'mo's lackluster, heinous orations.
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