I don't get it I mean I'm not trying to get attention. Just wanted to share a story(s), but **** all I get back is negative feedback. Like I said all I wanted was to get some stories from at least some of y'all.
Oh I got a story for you. Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air....
Now here's a little story I've got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land, kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi" He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this, I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run the cop's got my gun And right about now it's time to have some fun The King Adrock that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours then we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't." but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out the music stopped His boy had beef and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.
Some stories you can keep to yourself man. You really don't need to post every thought you have. I'm not trying to hate, but to some people it just looks like you're boasting about yourself. You were bored, and got on CF, I understand. No need to post online about your GF you would have sex with if someone else wasn't there. COMPLETELY DISRESPECTFUL...that was my reason for jumping on you. Not to mention the "I can drink and drive" thing. You're not only putting your life in danger, but everyone on the road too. That's selfish. All in all I wish you the best of luck in your life 6"3 Latino.
Cut the kid some slack. He's clearly lacking in intelligence and has no aspirations in life. This is his prime....right now. Let him bask it in before his hairline recedes, his metabolism slows, his mustang breaks down, and he finds himself in a life of purposeless mediocrity.
I was going to but i figured 2 fails was enough, he didnt need to be called out on the 3rd, his intentions were good lol <a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v296/tommyfabulous/?action=view¤t=1281150648622.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/tommyfabulous/1281150648622.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>
You want a story? Five minutes ago my stomach hurt. I walked to the restroom, and I took a ****. Now my stomach feels much better. I will probably do it again tomorrow, or later on today if I feel like it.
Rage on forever Space City Kid, you are unique here. Here is my cop story from my wild days. At a hotel after a concert one night in Seattle. Had driven 8 hours, went to show and then gone back to said Hotel smoking weed, drinking being loud and dumb etc. Myself, being a moron, had a digital scale, two ounces of mushrooms and a good quantity of mar1juana. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK..... Everyone pretends to be asleep. "We arent stupid!, We know your in there" And this was on the third floor so we couldnt jump (which was an option at one point) I am pretty much at this point deciding on which card game I will take up as my primary source of amusement in Juvenile Corrections center. (I was 16 at the time). One of my friends gets the door and we all act asleep, they come in (one looked a lot like Michael C. Hall). They sent 2 of my friends into the bathroom to empty the beer in the tub (which was kind of funny because they had a lot of heer and took forever. Cop asks why he smells mar1juana. We tell him that some kids we had known lit up and then we kicked them out. Cops figure out that not a person in the room is above the age of 16. However, they let us go. No searches no nada. I was told by one of my friends later that it was because to search a minor you have to call and get consent from the parents. I suppose the cops were just being lazy.
