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Sam Dope
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Embarrassing Moments?
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Word. Let's hear 'em.
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Ripped a huge one in keyboarding class sitting next to this girl I had a crush on and everybody heard it. Teacher asked if I had to go to the bathroom, so I crushed her skull in. Kind of. Not really so much crushing. Or moving. A lot of stares though.
Not the most embarrassment, but the one I remember most vividly. I was also running around some bases once and my pants slid down to my ankles right there and I may have tripped. |
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Sam Dope
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Lmfao. Dope. Keep 'em coming an shit.
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GG Haterz
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We all know your stories Magik.
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I wore underpants to school one day.. I bent over and a bunch of people saw and told everyone.
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Word, I recall at about third grade pissing my pants at a computer lab or keyboarding class or something, covered the seat with a puddle of piss. Peeing your pants is dopeness. My truly most embarrassing moment is way too personal though...I've mentioned that shit before but meh.
Lmao. I remember being stupid too one day and I had chocolate milk and put a straw in it, then I tipped it to my mouth and it fucking spilled RIGHT BETWEEN MY LEGS. No one would believe me it wasn't piss, and no one would smell my crotch either. That's a first. |
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Dude Rev I gotta tell you the dancing story.
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lmfaoooooooooooo
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Dancing story?
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The story goes. Bill, B.
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Fuckin me and my homies went to Toys R Us and took the reflectors off the bikes and put them on our bodies then danced in the street on the busiest street in Trenton at night. Cars were swerving to not hit us and shit. I swaer a stray cat got hit. People called the cops on us so we danced on the sidewalk.
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Lmfaooooooooooo
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Word, dude, I do so much stupid shit...not embarrassed by it because I deliberately do it though. LFS' story is doper than mine, but occasionally stories pop up around the town that on some nights if you ride this old little green-train thing that carries people around the local hangout place the Pavilion, you can see a boy humping the air if you look hard enough. I should do that and get a picture of it from anyone if they took a picture.
I can't recount half the shit I've done... in Spanish I we had some pinatas...which were actually balloons because our teacher is a cheap whore...and I nearly poked like fifty people's eyes out with the fucking thumbtack we were using. I got pissed off after like twenty random misses and started karate kicking the air. I have a classroom of eyewitnesses that hate me... Spanish class is a horde of fucking jokes...I literally stand up and run straight horizontally along a vertical row of desks knocking them aside and no one cares. Everytime a person comes in to deliver a slip to the teacher, me and some other kid are all over 'em boy or girl. My spanish teacher cries a lot... We go out to the field, more of the top of a hill overlooking a field, and we play a game where the teacher holds out a back and calls out a number in spanish, and the person with that number has to get the bag and run back behind the line of his teammates before being tagged on the shoulder. Today I fucking tackled some girl before she touched the bag and stole it for a point. Next game she got all scared and came over to our side because she didn't want to get tackled. A matter of fact, no one wanted to face me because I got the bag and I'd sit there a few feet away from the line of my opponents and just roar at them as long as I could. I'll always steal the bag and run a victory lap across the field and everyone gets pissed at me...I tackled by teacher once by accident...if she gets around to writing that referral I'll scan that shit, since she's always promising 'em. I was trying to break up two people fighting over the bag and just came in with a flying tackle that knocked my 90 pound frail small 54-year-old spanish teacher to the ground. I am dope. Last edited by Crazy Hades : 03-11-06 at 12:25 AM. |
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The story goes. Bill, B.
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Another story I got. I went into BJ's and bought a shit that said 'I love BJs' and wore it to church.
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Word at my editted post...
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