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hno:1. smoking the pole 30 up, 2 down
the act of sucking ones dick
Shit, that bitch really knows how to smoke that pole!
by Alex Apr 6, 2004 share this add comment
2. smoking the pole 12 up, 4 down
the act of sucking ones dick
Shit, she really knows how to smoke that pole!
by Alex Apr 6, 2004 share this add comment
the act of sucking ones dick
Shit, that bitch really knows how to smoke that pole!
by Alex Apr 6, 2004 share this add comment
2. smoking the pole 12 up, 4 down
the act of sucking ones dick
Shit, she really knows how to smoke that pole!
by Alex Apr 6, 2004 share this add comment
Ok ... my favorite street fight story ... one last time. You see, I was a smart kid ... tested into any HS I wanted to go to ... and decided to go to Tucson High ... plain old public school, starting my Sophomore year (86). Nerd school sucked. I was 16.
So, second week of school, I had a rotine before PE ... we had extra time to "dress out" and I'd utilize that to smoke in the parking lot.
Anyway, this kid rides by on a BMX bike and does a power slide, showering me with dirt and I'm like, "Hey ... watch it!", he does it again ... and next thing I know ... this Mexican vato type is all up in my face. "C'mon wells! You think you are tough punk!" and I'm standing there with a leather jacket, a mohawk and 30 pounds of books in my backpack .. "Oh, a punk! You called me a punk? I'm so offended. Listen ... this is stupid, I gotta go to class."
It was like one of those first day in prison situations ... and as I'm walking away, I'm thinking, "If he hits me, I gotta turn and fight." So, he tried to hit me, and I swung around, same arm as my backpack and my books were slung over, and I popped the dude, right in the eye, and he fell down. I kept walking away, at this time my whole PE class was running over, and lowriders were pulling up, and this short stout dude got up to defend his friend ... and we squared off a little, but mostly I scared the piss ouuta him, "You seen what I did to yer friend? Yer next huh!?" And I tagged him in the face a couple times, then I saw "Lunch Ladies" running over. I was unscathed, and I ducked into the crowd.
I remember one lunch lady said, "What happened?" and I said, "I think those 2 Mexican guys got in a fight." P.E. Teacher asked me, "Spike" ... he called me Spike cause of my hair ... "Why aren't you dressed out?"
Me: "I got in a fight"
And the whole class was like ... "YOU SHOULDA SEEN IT!"
P.E Teacher (football coach): "Did you win?"
Me: "Yeah."
Coach: "Ok, you get credit for the day."
I was so freaked out. 2 weeks at a new school. I was thinkin' ... great ... now all the Mexican's at my new school want to kick my ass. But it turned out ... these were bangers from ANOTHER school ... Cholla. It was a freakin' gang initiation ... and the kid got his ass kicked. It happens. He's lucky I didn't stab him. I had a knife on me.
I hope he got in the gang! Still ... I was known as a badass at the school ever since ... nobody messed with me again. I was a friggin HERO!
That's my best fight story.
You'd be surprised ... maybe it's a pure size/strength situation ... there is a boxing culture in Mexico ... they can fight ... but I never lost, to a Mexican.
Black guys ... I run away like a little girl. Black guys ... I dunno what it is ... noses are already flat and wide, lips are already swolen ... I can't do damage. Seriously though ... I fear black fighters. It's hard to see any bruising of the skin. JUST A FACT!
Mexicans ... yeah ... find me a fat ass Mexican my size ... that'll be fun! I'll do body blow after body blow, until he shoots candy out his ass.
Black guy my size ... so ... you think you can run? CATCH ME IF YOU CAN! Cause I can freakin' run! I have NEVER clearly won a fight against a black fighter
So, second week of school, I had a rotine before PE ... we had extra time to "dress out" and I'd utilize that to smoke in the parking lot.
Anyway, this kid rides by on a BMX bike and does a power slide, showering me with dirt and I'm like, "Hey ... watch it!", he does it again ... and next thing I know ... this Mexican vato type is all up in my face. "C'mon wells! You think you are tough punk!" and I'm standing there with a leather jacket, a mohawk and 30 pounds of books in my backpack .. "Oh, a punk! You called me a punk? I'm so offended. Listen ... this is stupid, I gotta go to class."
It was like one of those first day in prison situations ... and as I'm walking away, I'm thinking, "If he hits me, I gotta turn and fight." So, he tried to hit me, and I swung around, same arm as my backpack and my books were slung over, and I popped the dude, right in the eye, and he fell down. I kept walking away, at this time my whole PE class was running over, and lowriders were pulling up, and this short stout dude got up to defend his friend ... and we squared off a little, but mostly I scared the piss ouuta him, "You seen what I did to yer friend? Yer next huh!?" And I tagged him in the face a couple times, then I saw "Lunch Ladies" running over. I was unscathed, and I ducked into the crowd.
I remember one lunch lady said, "What happened?" and I said, "I think those 2 Mexican guys got in a fight." P.E. Teacher asked me, "Spike" ... he called me Spike cause of my hair ... "Why aren't you dressed out?"
Me: "I got in a fight"
And the whole class was like ... "YOU SHOULDA SEEN IT!"
P.E Teacher (football coach): "Did you win?"
Me: "Yeah."
Coach: "Ok, you get credit for the day."
I was so freaked out. 2 weeks at a new school. I was thinkin' ... great ... now all the Mexican's at my new school want to kick my ass. But it turned out ... these were bangers from ANOTHER school ... Cholla. It was a freakin' gang initiation ... and the kid got his ass kicked. It happens. He's lucky I didn't stab him. I had a knife on me.
I hope he got in the gang! Still ... I was known as a badass at the school ever since ... nobody messed with me again. I was a friggin HERO!
That's my best fight story.
You'd be surprised ... maybe it's a pure size/strength situation ... there is a boxing culture in Mexico ... they can fight ... but I never lost, to a Mexican.
Black guys ... I run away like a little girl. Black guys ... I dunno what it is ... noses are already flat and wide, lips are already swolen ... I can't do damage. Seriously though ... I fear black fighters. It's hard to see any bruising of the skin. JUST A FACT!
Mexicans ... yeah ... find me a fat ass Mexican my size ... that'll be fun! I'll do body blow after body blow, until he shoots candy out his ass.
Black guy my size ... so ... you think you can run? CATCH ME IF YOU CAN! Cause I can freakin' run! I have NEVER clearly won a fight against a black fighter
I hate it! I refuse to be the doushbag that watches every little thing get rung up, but I will check my receipt from time to time. So, I just spent $50 at Safeway ... adn I was like damn .... $50 .... yeah, I bought like 6 Lean Cuisine's because they were 2 bucks a pop ... great deal and a twelve pack of Fat Tire, and a 2 pound block of cheese ... that's $25 right there. But it still seemed like too much. I was GONNA buy some Bumble Bee Tuna at $1 a can .... but I saw the Safeway Select tuna marked at 79 cents. So, I thought that was a pretty good deal, and got 2 cans. Plus I got celery, was looking forward to making a tuna sammitch when I got home.
They fockin charged me $2.29 EACH for the generic tuna. WTF? So, now I gotta go back, with the tuna and the receipt, and waste my time with customer service. Meanwhile 10 other people got overcharged and didn't notice or don't care enough to go back and complain over $3. Maybe I WILL start watching the cashier ring my shiat up. Grrrrrr.
They fockin charged me $2.29 EACH for the generic tuna. WTF? So, now I gotta go back, with the tuna and the receipt, and waste my time with customer service. Meanwhile 10 other people got overcharged and didn't notice or don't care enough to go back and complain over $3. Maybe I WILL start watching the cashier ring my shiat up. Grrrrrr.
