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2019-12-16 at 10:36 PM UTC
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2019-12-16 at 10:40 PM UTCMmQ once beat the living hell out of someone who kicked his cat named Peanut.
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2019-12-16 at 10:42 PM UTC
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2019-12-16 at 10:43 PM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL When I was a kid, I had this "friend" by the name of Chris Rock. His Dad was in the military and he hated his father with a passion, because he'd get beat up all the time for doing stupid shit. One night he comes over to my house and says he's going to take his Dad's car, a big old Pontiac Parisienne, and he wants me to come along. At first, I said fuck that, but when he kept egging on, I decided to go for a spin. We jump in the car and he hits the country roads and we're barreling along, and then all of a sudden he goes completely squirrely and starts giggling his head off and shrieking and yelling random shit at the top of his lungs, and the he floors the accelerator, while he's screaming away "fuck the world!", "fuck everything!", and then I grabbed him by the coat and told him to slow down. But, instead, he kept his foot clamped right to the floor on the pedal, and the front of the car started waving back and forth by itself, hovering, and I looked at the speedometer and it was well over 100 mph. The rocks and bits were flying up over the hood so thick at this point that it started to completely obstruct the forward view, and the front end of the car really started to kick left and right, jerkily and abruptly. The whole time I had my hand on his neck and coat and was yelling at him to stop and trying to get my leg under his to pry it up off the accelerator, with him fighting back.
Then I look up, and there's an end-of-the-road T-intersection coming up right in front of us, with a big yellow caution sign planted in the ground. We blew right through the sign at over 100 mph and it flew right up the windshield in a split second, then we're blowing through a fence, and it, too, goes right up and over the windshield in a flash, and next thing we're sailing through the air 10 feet off the ground down into a farmer's field. The front of the car went nose down and finally impacted and we literally plowed a tremendous amount of soil right up over the hood and into the windshield as the front end skated along the ground, with the back end still up in the air and us looking down, and after what seemed like an eternity of skating nose-end for tens of yards, the car finally stopped, with tail end sticking straight up in the air and perfectly balanced at 90 degrees, with its front end dug down several feet into the earth. I started banging my back again the back of my seat to try and affect the balance and make it come down the right way, and it finally did come crashing down the right way, with one of the tires still blasting away at 100 mph and throwing out white billows of smoke from the wheel well. I switched off the ignition and killed the engine, and my "friend" Chris jumped out and started running away, still giggling and laughing and yelling nonsense. I ended up having to walk 20+ miles home that night, at 3am in the morning.
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2019-12-16 at 10:44 PM UTC
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2019-12-16 at 11:23 PM UTC
Originally posted by Poast When I was 17, I was in a 90mph truck rollover down the highway with two other guys. We rolled through the center medium and into the upcoming lane. When we stopped, the cab ripped off the chassis with the driver and I inside, but not before tossing the passenger, the pinning him under the cab. When I crawled out of the wreckage, the first car that would have hit the cab had it not stopped was a semi truck. The driver locked his wrist into the steering wheel as we were fishtailing, and shattered it. He also fractured vertebrae in his neck, and ended up with tons of face scars. Passenger shattered an arm as well, had brain swelling, broken ribs and a collapsed lung. He was bleeding out of his ears as we pulled him out from under the cab. He was suffocating under the weight. I walked away with a few stitches in my back and staples in my head. It was the drivers 18th birthday so we was legally responsible for endangering us, both minors, plus drunk driving, reckless driving, they threw the book at him. He spent the better part of a year on his couch letting his neck heal, then they hauled him off to jail for the better part of another year, suspended his license for 5 years. Probably the worst 18th birthday story I’ve ever been involved in.
Originally posted by WellHung The longest I've ever made it is 10 minutes. I've nicknamed myself One Pump Peter. That's why I'm so damn good at eating pussy.
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2019-12-16 at 11:29 PM UTCI've got to many head trauma and broken ribs and bone stories that ask why I'm still here
But we should all truly focus on Fonaplats finger right now. He's suffering his own personal trauma with it.
me having a car roll over me and getting pushed into the back of a car on my motorcycle by 5 guys trying to kill me is no match for Fona's finger
None what-so-ever
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2019-12-16 at 11:54 PM UTC
Originally posted by Fuck Your World I've got to many head trauma and broken ribs and bone stories that ask why I'm still here
But we should all truly focus on Fonaplats finger right now. He's suffering his own personal trauma with it.
me having a car roll over me and getting pushed into the back of a car on my motorcycle by 5 guys trying to kill me is no match for Fona's finger
None what-so-ever
apparently!
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2019-12-17 at 12:03 AM UTCTell us when you fucked a nigger, m8.
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2019-12-17 at 3:41 AM UTC
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2019-12-17 at 12:11 PM UTCcigretfaggit gives brutal handjobs
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2019-12-17 at 3:44 PM UTC
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2019-12-17 at 11:06 PM UTCSo much anger in this place
Stop being such fucking cuntsThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-12-18 at 3:08 AM UTC1998 a buddy and I were blazing up I-25 in New Mexico trying to make it to Denver from ABQ before sunset in his beat up ass '85 Cherokee.
Somewhere a little north of Santa Fe, about 4:30 we passed a little ride-in with 4 gas pumps, a Pizza Hut and what seemed like a mile of abandoned tractor trailers in the back that raised questions nobody wanted to investigate.
We pulled in to buy drinks and top up before gunning for Denver as hard as we could without stopping. As we rolled around to park beside the building. My buddy gets out to go inside and pay for stuff, I decide to take the opportunity to stretch my legs. I wandered towards the back and heard voices. A Firebird, driver side door open, was parked angled away from me. A woman and a man.
I peered around the corner. I didn't want to get involved, it just sounded like a domestic and it was none of my business. The voices got louder and more frantic, so I looked again.
I heard the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh, followed by a short silence. Then a low and distant whining ensued. The passenger door opened, and I got back and started to walk away. Lover's quarrel. I wanted no part, I didn't want to risk being seen. I went inside the building to see what my friend was up to, apparently he had gone to use the bathroom. I decided to take care of the drink picked out some juices, cokes, water bottles etc. My friend comes out, finishes paying up and we both get back to the car. As we pull around, he doesn't even notice, but I do: across the back seat, I saw the guys head, and the top of her head. As we drove past, I heard muffled screams, barely audible. We drove away. I didn't say anything. I had to get to Denver.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
