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That one, indeed
That one, indeed
Some of these sound fake as . Like yalls own little made up version of The Hangover tbh.
Some of these sound fake as . Like yalls own little made up version of The Hangover tbh.
probably several hot loads after that
I think it is pretty apparent now what you like to think about. Can't have a more gay imagination than that tbh.
Some of these sound fake as . Like yalls own little made up version of The Hangover tbh.Since I think its obvious who youre talking about, I will just say take the stories as you will. Its an internet forum, for the most part, no one knows each other personally.
The Cancun story I was staying at the Oasis, and if youve ever stayed there partying, you would agree that at some point you stood on your balcony and thought "I could totally scale this ing thing". When the Federalis are carrying AKs and talking about being arrested for possession of large quan ies of blow and weed, the "I could" turns immediately into "We are". They burst in, is going downhill real fast, I grab my buddy Mike and started inching/pulling him toward the doorwall. Inching, pulling, slowly backing up toward the doorwall. The Fed turned around toward the front door to see, who knows and who gives a , and Mike and I threw the doorwall open and climbed up to the next floor balcony, we then jumped from that balcony over to the next, to the next, to the next and then climbed up again. We jumped over a couple more times and pulled the doorwall open. It was 5 American chicks (of course, its Spring Break) all getting ready to go out for the night and we immediately just begged them to stay quiet, please please please dont scream. We are leaving right now, just give us a moment. We peaked out, didnt see any Feds running about, and walked straight to the exit, caught the nearest bus downtown and stayed there. 5 of our friends were arrested, one of them named Rich D broke his ankle trying to follow us out the doorwall. I dont remember him behind us, when I run from the cops, which happened almost daily behind Kroger, I sing in my head oddly enough. Stupid songs most of the time, but memorable ones. It helps me concentrate, I guess, but it blocks out everything else and besides, his tall (very tall, 6'7" at least) gumpy ass wasnt going to be able to keep up anyway. We visited them in jail the next day in downtown Cancun, which is a side of town tourists dont normally see. I was amazed to learn that could drink 40s and smoke cigarettes while in line at the bank and that buses could carry that many humans at one time. Its weird being the only white faces in sight. We caught a ride back from some hot Mexican chick with a big dog, who spoke perfect English until it came time to turn the proper direction. I got spooked immediately and thought the worst. She stopped at a light or some , and I got out telling my buddies to do the same. The two of them got out and she looked pissed as she drove away.
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Internet liars(or those you find su ious) are fairly easy to spot. I've never really pegged you as one. Honestly, I've got a friend who work with that is similar to you. He is in his 40's and has told a few stories about how many times he should have died(your getting run over story made me think of him as he was hit by a car too). The way I can tell he isn't lying is that it's never a forced thing. He never goes around just telling the stories to people randomly. I found out because we were hanging out by ourselves one day and I started talking about being lucky to be alive and he opened up a little about it. You could see it in his non-verbals he wasn't bull ting.
Honestly, it's beyond ing lame to come on the internet and make a bunch of up. Not talking about trolls...that's different...but to say things about your real life that you know good and well aren't true. It's just not in my wiring to do something like that and I can't understand why people do. My stories are nothing like yours and I can say that I'm thankful(no offense, of course)...but I been in enough and done enough to know that I wish I had a redo on a lot of things. I work with troubled kids and occasionally I'll talk about staring at the back of a police car(was lucky enough to get the DWI charges dropped on a technicality), driving down I-45 hammered with the speedometer pegged drunk off my ass or the brawls I've been in where I could have easily been stabbed or shot. I try to let them know that there is a different way to go. I tell them that I was lucky to not have a criminal record that follows me around today and I tell them about my many friends who weren't so fortunate(got one I send cash to that I'm trying to help get back on his feet who will hopefully get out of state jail this month). I also talk about the ones that I miss very much that are gone because they weren't quite so lucky.
I would encourage you to do the same if the opportunity ever arises. It seems like youth think they become more and more bulletproof with each generation. The need to know that the future is so much longer than the moment they are in.
At stp concert in s.a. ,drank all day and all night .got in a fight with wife and drove home 50 miles to martindale.im an asshole.ftw....ran into a fence .cow staring at me but had two fortys left .ftw
By the way I'm calling bs on tucker max remembering detail after detail on his stories.
Thats actually really cool that you work with troubled kids. That lifestyle, especially so young, is a terrible decision. I am beyond any measure or meaning of lucky you could come up with in that a) I am not dead (bonus!) and that b) I am really successful. Most of those people I used to roll with arent nearly as lucky. Theyre not degenerates or anything, but theyre...not anywhere near where they wanted to be, I'll leave it at that.
I have thought about deleting that last long post. Doesnt seem to really add anything to what should have been an entertaining thread. Dont know why I felt compelled to explain myself. Little bit of regret even knowing its out there. The only other time I typed a personal story that long was a while back and in direct conversation with DLF. Yeah. Decided.
POOF!
It was quite a few years back, on my birthday. It's started after work with a few friends and it was just beer drinking. Then a buddy showed up and started with the shots. Don't remember too much after that. We were at a place that we went to quite regularly because the happy hour prices were good. I woke up on my couch the next morning with this banging on my door. I woke up and my head was killing me. My buddy was at the door with breakfast for me. I asked what happened and his face just got red. Apparently, when I was in the pisser I decided to do some interior decorating. He said I was just talking then all of the sudden I ripped one of those frames that cover half the wall, with all those locals ads, and threw it in a stall. Then I proceeded to stomp it into little pieces and rip a soap machine off the wall. I was quickly escorted out of the place by my buds and thrown safely on my couch.
To this day, I tell my friends that witnessed this that they're lying. I'm not a violent person whatsoever and can't believe I did what they told me.
i'm pretty sure you were more drunk on the day you decided to go to utsaI will never forget...........
I was about 22-23, and I was out with a group of my buddies....about 4-5 of us. We drank our arses off, and two days later when I could think and talk, I called my boy and said "Thanks for the ride dog, I was so busted up and would have never made it home" He said "WTF are you talkin bout ?, you drove us all home"
DAMN!!!!
Stench, Stench, Stench............You must be the drunkest you have ever been to post this stupid .
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