Author Topic: Dubcc's thread of truth(about you) (Read 471 times)

QuietTruth · « **Reply #30 on:** May 13, 2007, 07:51:05 AM »

^ LOL

Long story real short, before we had Internet Explorer we had AOL. And AOL has chatrooms we all know, and I always used to go on them for fun and mess with people. Well, for a minute I didn't have a computer so after we just got one again it was put into my room. So the first thang I done did was go on a chatroom. Well I decided to enter one titled Michael Jackson. Seeing it was a Micheal Jackson chatroom I figured that there'd be all his fans. Seeing that was common sense, they all hated the dude. So they started callin' me fuckin' names, sayin' I was a pedophile, tellin' me they was gonna kill me, stalk me, and chase me down with a machete. Course I got pissed and must've said 'inapporiate thangs'. Cuz the next thang I know, I'm kicked off and AOL woudn't let me sign back on, sayin' I violated TOS. And the only way to fix would be to call them. My moms told me to do it BUT like an idiot I said no, so she did it.

So she's sittin' in my room, at the computer desk, talkin' to AOL. I'm nervous cuz I know it's my fault, I did something. So I hear my moms say this:
'OoOh really?'
'Is that right?'
'Hmmm'
I dreaded that. AOL done told my mom I said, 'I'ma kill you all muthafuckas', I still don't remember sayin' that but after I was in a chatroom, talkin' to people over the internet and cursed. Rest is history..

Paul · « **Reply #31 on:** May 13, 2007, 10:15:19 AM »

after a night out i was on my way home, coming down my street i started to need a shit bad, so bad i couldnt hold it in and i was only a couple of minutes away from my house i tried to hold it in but i couldnt so i shit on someones gate, why i dont know, i was drunk

Oklin · « **Reply #32 on:** May 13, 2007, 10:37:51 AM »

Quote from: Bigg Paul on May 13, 2007, 10:15:19 AM

after a night out i was on my way home, coming down my street i started to need a shit bad, so bad i couldnt hold it in and i was only a couple of minutes away from my house i tried to hold it in but i couldnt so i shit on someones gate, why i dont know, i was drunk

I did the same thing.. just on a road in a lil forest (in the summertime we go trough that road to a sea in my town).. The crazy thing is that mushroom started to grow the place that I did it

Elevz · « **Reply #33 on:** May 13, 2007, 11:01:06 AM »

Quote from: Jakob with a K on May 13, 2007, 10:37:51 AM

Quote from: Bigg Paul on May 13, 2007, 10:15:19 AM
after a night out i was on my way home, coming down my street i started to need a shit bad, so bad i couldnt hold it in and i was only a couple of minutes away from my house i tried to hold it in but i couldnt so i shit on someones gate, why i dont know, i was drunk
I did the same thing.. just on a road in a lil forest (in the summertime we go trough that road to a sea in my town).. The crazy thing is that mushroom started to grow the place that I did it

LMFAO +1

Paul · « **Reply #34 on:** May 13, 2007, 11:06:24 AM »

Quote from: Jakob with a K on May 13, 2007, 10:37:51 AM

Quote from: Bigg Paul on May 13, 2007, 10:15:19 AM
after a night out i was on my way home, coming down my street i started to need a shit bad, so bad i couldnt hold it in and i was only a couple of minutes away from my house i tried to hold it in but i couldnt so i shit on someones gate, why i dont know, i was drunk
I did the same thing.. just on a road in a lil forest (in the summertime we go trough that road to a sea in my town).. The crazy thing is that mushroom started to grow the place that I did it

lol

Boo-Yaa † · « **Reply #35 on:** May 13, 2007, 01:06:23 PM »

Quote from: QuietTruth on May 13, 2007, 07:51:05 AM

^ LOL

Long story real short, before we had Internet Explorer we had AOL. And AOL has chatrooms we all know, and I always used to go on them for fun and mess with people. Well, for a minute I didn't have a computer so after we just got one again it was put into my room. So the first thang I done did was go on a chatroom. Well I decided to enter one titled Michael Jackson. Seeing it was a Micheal Jackson chatroom I figured that there'd be all his fans. Seeing that was common sense, they all hated the dude. So they started callin' me fuckin' names, sayin' I was a pedophile, tellin' me they was gonna kill me, stalk me, and chase me down with a machete. Course I got pissed and must've said 'inapporiate thangs'. Cuz the next thang I know, I'm kicked off and AOL woudn't let me sign back on, sayin' I violated TOS. And the only way to fix would be to call them. My moms told me to do it BUT like an idiot I said no, so she did it.

So she's sittin' in my room, at the computer desk, talkin' to AOL. I'm nervous cuz I know it's my fault, I did something. So I hear my moms say this:
'OoOh really?'
'Is that right?'
'Hmmm'
I dreaded that. AOL done told my mom I said, 'I'ma kill you all muthafuckas', I still don't remember sayin' that but after I was in a chatroom, talkin' to people over the internet and cursed. Rest is history..

LOL, now thats gangsta

Now_Im_Not_Banned · « **Reply #36 on:** May 14, 2007, 11:48:33 AM »

Quote from: Mr Angry on May 12, 2007, 06:28:19 PM

Stories? shit son i got them all....

just the other week im in the club sitting at the bar keeping sh1t under control when this guy comes upto me saying i look hot. Im about ready to bust his skull with the iron bar i keep in my jacket when he gave me his card. im like "fuck no" but then he starts on about how he aiunt seen sh1t like me in his whole career. Normally its just prettyy boy twigs but he said he was liking the strong ass Polish flavor i was dishing up to the crowds.

Went down to his studio, receptionist 10 is all over me n sh1t, i tell her im there to see this guy and shes like "sorry, this shoot's for teens, mens shoot ius tomorrow" in my head im thinking "damn right, 18 inches son" but i give her a flash of the ivories and tell her who i am. I left her shpocked ass face eyeing me up as i struted into the studio.

Fashion queers are all over me, throwing Armani and Gucci sh1t all over my jacked frame, the frame this sh1t was made for. "Better get the XXXL" one guy says while the other is eyeing me up like im the catch of the day. i ask him if he likes his brain inside his skull and he runs off to a rail like the b1tch he is.

Throw on a leather jacket, damn near tore the sleeve trying to squeeze in my jacked up biceps, pussy assed photographer almost had a heart attack when i started posing. Had top use the wide lens to get me all in one shot. Didnt need makeup n sh1t, classic strong ass good looks girls go widl for and men wish they had.

Guys aer coming in from every room, checkin this sh1t out. Im hearing "de niro meets schwarzenegger" this kid is red h0t", "i hope they are ready for this" and "damn!, hes too jacked for mainstream" all the while im thinking "hell yeah son"

ABout an hour later and im done, musta be about 100 people in the room now, getting the eye from about 20 different girls, theyve got me on the back of a Harley, wearing a wifebeater, badboy sh1t. Get up to leave and im like "im keeping this bike", one pussy assed guy trties to talk sh1t but the others tell him to stfu cause they know the kinda shit i mangle on the streets.

Ill be up inside the cover of every major fashion amagzine soon, another quarter mil in the bank, aint shit to me.

LMAO...Almighty Cracker has a rival.