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  1. #41
    Kafka sweaty
    It was probably not eating things like bacon or any meat from a grocery store that saved my skin.
  2. #42
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by Donald Trump


    I like the way it's all yuppie ass middle class food I'd never even try to make myself.

    I can't stand coconut flavored dishes

    ahh yes have this flavor that totally overpowers everything and provides almost zero nutritional value
  3. #43
    Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood I can't stand coconut flavored dishes

    theres a big difference between coconut flavor and real coconuts taste.
  4. #44
    Dirtbag African Astronaut
    I hate coconut altogether. The scent repels me.
  5. #45
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by Charles Ex Machina theres a big difference between coconut flavor and real coconuts taste.

    The difference is one tastes like shit and the other tastes like synthetic shit
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  6. #46
    Dirtbag African Astronaut
    Vanilla is irresistible to me, especially if it's pure vanilla. There's a girl at the store whom wears vanilla perfume and I make an effort not to lean into her.
  7. #47
    Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood The difference is one tastes like shit and the other tastes like synthetic shit

    how about women and synthetic women. how do they taste,
  8. #48
    Speedy Parker Black Hole
    Originally posted by Charles Ex Machina how about women and synthetic women. how do they taste,

    ⬆️There was this annoying kid on the bus in first grade who responded with stupid shit like this. His name was Marvin Oney. By third grade nobody would speak to him. By fifth grade 25% if the boys and one of the girls had beat him up.

    During the summer vacation between fifth and sixth grade he went to the Y.M.C A. and took a " Jr. karate" class where the awarded him a " Jr. black belt". So I beat him up in the storage room for the school candy drive while he was bragging about it to a group of us.

    In 10th grade me and my buddy Gary were after him for running his mouth anout Colleen (Garys' sister and my girlfriend). We had trouble finding him out of sight if school staff and grew impatient.

    Gary got his license about 3 months before me and had a car. So we dithed the last period and drove to Marvins' bustop. It was at a corner lot in a middle class suburban neighborhood.

    The property owner had placed a rock about four toot around and maybe two and a half foot high to protect his lawn from cars that might cut the corner. At this point I should mention that old Marvin kept taking his karate lessons at the Y.

    Under the rock I noticed Marvin had stashed a pair of hardwood nunchucks. Well Gary always wore a big old Bowie knife so while we waited for Marvin, Gary whittled both sides of the nunchucks down to little nubs not more than about 2 inches apiece. He then carefully placed all the shavings aking with the nun-nubs back where Marvin had stashed them.

    We moved the car to the opposite corner and smoked a bowl while we waited. When Marvins' bus arrived and he immediately spotted us as we exited the car and began to range walk to intercept him. He made a beeline for the rock and his ninchucks. We were less than 20 feet from him when he reached down, felt wood shavings, and rose to face us holding two nubs of wood chained together.

    The look in his eyes was one of sheer panick. Before Gary picked him up, body slammed him into the dirt, pounced on him, and proceeded to trash him while sitting on his chest.

    The property owner came tearing out of the front door screaming at a Gary to stop doing "that" in his yard. So Gary complied with his wishes by picking Marvin up, carrying him 20 feet or so onto the road, dropping him in the middle, and finished up his ass whooping.

    A few months later. during summer break, Gary and I were out riding our dirt bikes in the trails near the Oney house. While riding, im a wooded lot directly across the street from the Oney house, we discovered Marvins' little brother David in a newly built tree house. It had been built in four tall straight Maple trees and was about 30 feet in the air around 12 foot on a side.

    My seat and tank were "quick release" in that they were secured by to clamp/clips on the back of the seatand two really thick stiff rubber "bands. On a lark I pulled up next to one of the trees, ahut the bike down, turned off the fuel cock, disxonnectwd the fuel line,removed the seat and tank, and began to pour fuel arou d the base of all four trees while I told little David ( 2 years younger than us and with a mouth a big as his older brother's) we were going to burn him alive.

    He started screaming like a girl and it wasn't two minutes before his brother abd his dad came running across the street abd into the woods. For about thirty seconds there was yelling and threats made back and forth. During this time David slid a rope hanging on the opposite side from the ladder. Marvin was squaring off against me with David running his mouth behind him and his dad was sizing up Gary.

    Now it's important to know that, at 16, Gary was 6' 3" tall and could bench over 250 lbs. Marvins' dad was about the same size as Gary but nowhere nears as cut. On the other hand two years later I would only weigh 138lbs at 5' 10" tall when I reported for duty at Ft. Sill Oklahoma and Marvin was about 6 foot 165 to 17o lbs and his little brother was a pip squeak. Marvin also had about a 3 foot long 1" pine dowel rod. I know, pine, what a dumb ass.

    Marvins' dad swung on Gary and missed. Gary countered with a right hook that clearly rung "Mr." Oneys' bell. I didn't catch the rest of "Mr." Oeys' beat down as that is when little David went berserk uoon seeing his dad get drilled and foolishly charged with his head down as if to tackke me. I brought my knee into his face as he rushed to meet it. I saw the spray of blood in the sun beams throgh the trees (it's crazy the still images the mind captures in adrenaline charged moments). This sent the liitle fellah back the way he came about 3 feet flat on his back. He did nothing after that but lay on the ground bawling like a baby.

    This all took less than 10 seconds. Marvin lost his shit after seeing his dad and litte brother get stomped. He charged from about 6 to 8 feet away raising the dowel rod over his head telegraphing his intention to strike from overhead. Sheer reflex was to block close to his hand with my palm. My timing was off and I wound up blocking with the outside of my right hand about ¾ up from his hand.

    I didn't realize it at that moment but the blow broke my right metacarpal V and wouldn't become aware of the fact for about 30 minutes when my glove on my throttle hand began to tighten from the swelling.

    When I blocked the dowel with my right hand I managed to grab it with my left and gained possession. I thrusted the end of the dowel into Marvins' ribs eliciting a sharp from Marvin who then ran from the woods abandoning his dad and brother.

    The entire thing didn't last 30 seconds. Like I said, I didn't see what happened between Gary and Marvins' dad after Gary tagged him with the right hook. But I do know he wasn't far behind Marvin. Before he turned to run from Gary I could clearly see blood running from his mouth, both nostrils, with both eyes already blackening.

    All three Oney "men" got their asses kicked by two 16 year olds that day. The hilarious part is, and Gary and I both laughed about this over the phone around 2016 after losing track of each other for almost 40 years, that they both came over to save David and they both ran leaving David in the woods.

    How msny times did your mouth get your dad and little brother beat up when you were that age?
  9. #49
    Originally posted by Speedy Parker ⬆️There was this annoying kid on the bus in first grade who responded with stupid shit like this. His name was Marvin Oney. By third grade nobody would speak to him. By fifth grade 25% if the boys and one of the girls had beat him up.

    During the summer vacation between fifth and sixth grade he went to the Y.M.C A. and took a " Jr. karate" class where the awarded him a " Jr. black belt". So I beat him up in the storage room for the school candy drive while he was bragging about it to a group of us.

    In 10th grade me and my buddy Gary were after him for running his mouth anout Colleen (Garys' sister and my girlfriend). We had trouble finding him out of sight if school staff and grew impatient.

    Gary got his license about 3 months before me and had a car. So we dithed the last period and drove to Marvins' bustop. It was at a corner lot in a middle class suburban neighborhood.

    The property owner had placed a rock about four toot around and maybe two and a half foot high to protect his lawn from cars that might cut the corner. At this point I should mention that old Marvin kept taking his karate lessons at the Y.

    Under the rock I noticed Marvin had stashed a pair of hardwood nunchucks. Well Gary always wore a big old Bowie knife so while we waited for Marvin, Gary whittled both sides of the nunchucks down to little nubs not more than about 2 inches apiece. He then carefully placed all the shavings aking with the nun-nubs back where Marvin had stashed them.

    We moved the car to the opposite corner and smoked a bowl while we waited. When Marvins' bus arrived and he immediately spotted us as we exited the car and began to range walk to intercept him. He made a beeline for the rock and his ninchucks. We were less than 20 feet from him when he reached down, felt wood shavings, and rose to face us holding two nubs of wood chained together.

    The look in his eyes was one of sheer panick. Before Gary picked him up, body slammed him into the dirt, pounced on him, and proceeded to trash him while sitting on his chest.

    The property owner came tearing out of the front door screaming at a Gary to stop doing "that" in his yard. So Gary complied with his wishes by picking Marvin up, carrying him 20 feet or so onto the road, dropping him in the middle, and finished up his ass whooping.

    A few months later. during summer break, Gary and I were out riding our dirt bikes in the trails near the Oney house. While riding, im a wooded lot directly across the street from the Oney house, we discovered Marvins' little brother David in a newly built tree house. It had been built in four tall straight Maple trees and was about 30 feet in the air around 12 foot on a side.

    My seat and tank were "quick release" in that they were secured by to clamp/clips on the back of the seatand two really thick stiff rubber "bands. On a lark I pulled up next to one of the trees, ahut the bike down, turned off the fuel cock, disxonnectwd the fuel line,removed the seat and tank, and began to pour fuel arou d the base of all four trees while I told little David ( 2 years younger than us and with a mouth a big as his older brother's) we were going to burn him alive.

    He started screaming like a girl and it wasn't two minutes before his brother abd his dad came running across the street abd into the woods. For about thirty seconds there was yelling and threats made back and forth. During this time David slid a rope hanging on the opposite side from the ladder. Marvin was squaring off against me with David running his mouth behind him and his dad was sizing up Gary.

    Now it's important to know that, at 16, Gary was 6' 3" tall and could bench over 250 lbs. Marvins' dad was about the same size as Gary but nowhere nears as cut. On the other hand two years later I would only weigh 138lbs at 5' 10" tall when I reported for duty at Ft. Sill Oklahoma and Marvin was about 6 foot 165 to 17o lbs and his little brother was a pip squeak. Marvin also had about a 3 foot long 1" pine dowel rod. I know, pine, what a dumb ass.

    Marvins' dad swung on Gary and missed. Gary countered with a right hook that clearly rung "Mr." Oneys' bell. I didn't catch the rest of "Mr." Oeys' beat down as that is when little David went berserk uoon seeing his dad get drilled and foolishly charged with his head down as if to tackke me. I brought my knee into his face as he rushed to meet it. I saw the spray of blood in the sun beams throgh the trees (it's crazy the still images the mind captures in adrenaline charged moments). This sent the liitle fellah back the way he came about 3 feet flat on his back. He did nothing after that but lay on the ground bawling like a baby.

    This all took less than 10 seconds. Marvin lost his shit after seeing his dad and litte brother get stomped. He charged from about 6 to 8 feet away raising the dowel rod over his head telegraphing his intention to strike from overhead. Sheer reflex was to block close to his hand with my palm. My timing was off and I wound up blocking with the outside of my right hand about ¾ up from his hand.

    I didn't realize it at that moment but the blow broke my right metacarpal V and wouldn't become aware of the fact for about 30 minutes when my glove on my throttle hand began to tighten from the swelling.

    When I blocked the dowel with my right hand I managed to grab it with my left and gained possession. I thrusted the end of the dowel into Marvins' ribs eliciting a sharp from Marvin who then ran from the woods abandoning his dad and brother.

    The entire thing didn't last 30 seconds. Like I said, I didn't see what happened between Gary and Marvins' dad after Gary tagged him with the right hook. But I do know he wasn't far behind Marvin. Before he turned to run from Gary I could clearly see blood running from his mouth, both nostrils, with both eyes already blackening.

    All three Oney "men" got their asses kicked by two 16 year olds that day. The hilarious part is, and Gary and I both laughed about this over the phone around 2016 after losing track of each other for almost 40 years, that they both came over to save David and they both ran leaving David in the woods.

    How msny times did your mouth get your dad and little brother beat up when you were that age?

    too lengthly. did not read.

    do you have a summary
  10. #50
    Speedy Parker Black Hole
    Originally posted by Charles Ex Machina too lengthly. did not read.

    do you have a summary

    https://www.summarizer.org/
  11. #51
    Originally posted by Speedy Parker https://www.summarizer.org/

    did not click
  12. #52
    In chingchong land a meal subscription service is also known as the animal shelter...right Vinny?
  13. #53
    Speedy Parker Black Hole
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson In chingchong land a meal subscription service is also known as the animal shelter…right Vinny?

    Or a bat caves and rat nests.
  14. #54
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson In chingchong land a meal subscription service is also known as the animal shelter…right Vinny?

    what kind of sick fuck culture have shelters for animals ?

    animals know how to make their own shelters since before non-black humans became civilized.
  15. #55
    Enigma African Astronaut [memorize my carmelite sway]
    literally 1 bowl, a microwave, and amazon can hook u up with 100$ off your foodstamp card, free delivery with enough food to satiate an overweight middleaged man (me) for a month.

    My meal prep time is about 5-10 minutes and people ooo ya that looks like baby doo doo

    or

    It doesn' thave the texture I'd like.

    Really???? I'm poor. Carrying forward, I eat really healthy even if it's not the most delicious. Oh you don't like mixed vegetable tacos??? Omit the taco seasoning for alfredo sauce, now u a real italiano ass nigga bradleyB!!!!

    wanna do soemfin a lil different ok, put a can of tuna into them mixed vegetables, wow ur eatin tuna salad like one of those weight watchin bitches

    oh wanna really do somethin different, microwave about 4 of them weiners, add some onions, and a scoop of chili powder (to the mixed vegetables) wow its just like wendys

    u like wendys?

    You gonna love Wendys nuts slap u
  16. #56
    Enigma African Astronaut [memorize my carmelite sway]
    oh i also got into the frozen fruit game !!!!! I do smoothies 4-5 times a week!!!!

    I tried adding mixing vegetables to them too and it turned out so bad I didn't do it again!!! But if it would've been tolerable I would've!!!!
  17. #57
    Enigma African Astronaut [memorize my carmelite sway]
    Mcdonalds charges 3.16 for a cup of coffee!!! When I started college 25 months ago it was 1$!!!
  18. #58
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by Enigma Mcdonalds charges 3.16 for a cup of coffee!!! When I started college 25 months ago it was 1$!!!

    thats called dollar drink summer s
  19. #59
    Originally posted by Enigma Mcdonalds charges 3.16 for a cup of coffee!!! When I started college 25 months ago it was 1$!!!

    Sounds like a business opportunity to me, start your own coffee shoppe (spelled that way for an old world feel) and undercut them...you're welcome!
  20. #60
    Speedy Parker Black Hole
    The Coughy Shoppe
    The Koffee Shoppe
    The Kophi Shoppe
    The Cophi Shop
    The Koughy Shoppe
    The Cophy Shoppe
    The Kophy Shoppe
    The Kawphee Shoppe
    The Cawphee
    The Kawfee Shoppe
    ...
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