...then you'd end up with the film CrashWhat? After hiring this large ensemble cast you couldnt hire extras for, oh say, the morgue attendant
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All those years of snaking through Waverly and East Balto and never getting back-alleyed and you were involved in an attempted thugging near your work??
Did you whip out the iron palm on the MoFo?
Haven't seen Crash, but I hear my boy Ludacris struts his MoJo in it.
I was about four blocks from my home in a fully lit residential area when jackhole thugged me from behind. He got swept then kicked in the groin. Limped away. I just got bruised from the sucker punch--and a muddy knee.
I'll tell you the whole story (hey maybe during move-in weekend!) but suffice it to say I was pissed WAY the fuck off.
The near universal adoration across time and space for haak gwei or kkumdungee did cross my mind, but hey thuggin' saram are pretty common in W. Philly, so what the hay. S'all good, right?
I fear that when I finally get around to my C&C permit the shiftless fucks who were supposed to be patrolling the neighborhood that evening--but instead were in the deli stuffing their fat fucking faces--will be out in force when firey justice is dispensed on the 4400 block of Pine St.
Next time you're at your parents' condo you'll have to give Ludacris a nod for me--his character was at least amusing.
So you what? You were held up with a knife? I guess that kung fu of yours finally came in handy at some point. Wondering when my tae kwon do will come in handy; hopefully before I decide to randomly beat the living piss out of somebody.
Crash was, agreed, trite and predictable, and steroetypes are there for a reason. I really didn't like the Ryan Phillipe character; well, in fact, I really just don't like Ryan Phillipe. Pretty white boys are always good to laugh at though. Persian guy's daughter was kinda hot though; I'd bang that in a NY minute.
Anyway, it is surprising that you went five years in the slums of B-more without an incident and it's the Philly hoodrats that finally caught up with you. I think Penn's making you a little soft ;-)
Well, hope you are doing okay. Try not to make this thugging thing a habit.
It wasnt that big a deal. I walked right into a setup--to call it an "ambush" would be to give the hoodrats too much credit. No weapons (though that possibility didnt dawn on me til later) and the guy just slugged me in the head from behind and shoved me into the ground. Kicked him in the back of the kneed, he stumbled, lurched forward and I cracked him in the fleshy sack where a real man's testicles normally are nestled. I started getting up and he ran. Big sonofabitch, too. So, yeah, score two for the ol Fu...my dad still mocks me for the Fu saving me with the Orgo explosion...and he, um, hasnt heard about the thuggin, yet.
Hopefully I'll have my .38 by the next time the issue presents itself.
Yeah, not a Ryan Phillipe fan either. Fartboy's charcter was a fucking dope too. Four simple words. Stop. Or. I'll. Shoot. Considering Don Cheadle was absolutely wasted in that film, I have to imagine the happy ending where he detectivizes Phillipe and has him gang raped in a basement for years for killing his
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All those years of snaking through Waverly and East Balto and never getting back-alleyed and you were involved in an attempted thugging near your work??
Did you whip out the iron palm on the MoFo?
Haven't seen Crash, but I hear my boy Ludacris struts his MoJo in it.
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I'll tell you the whole story (hey maybe during move-in weekend!) but suffice it to say I was pissed WAY the fuck off.
The near universal adoration across time and space for haak gwei or kkumdungee did cross my mind, but hey thuggin' saram are pretty common in W. Philly, so what the hay. S'all good, right?
I fear that when I finally get around to my C&C permit the shiftless fucks who were supposed to be patrolling the neighborhood that evening--but instead were in the deli stuffing their fat fucking faces--will be out in force when firey justice is dispensed on the 4400 block of Pine St.
Next time you're at your parents' condo you'll have to give Ludacris a nod for me--his character was at least amusing.
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Crash was, agreed, trite and predictable, and steroetypes are there for a reason. I really didn't like the Ryan Phillipe character; well, in fact, I really just don't like Ryan Phillipe. Pretty white boys are always good to laugh at though. Persian guy's daughter was kinda hot though; I'd bang that in a NY minute.
Anyway, it is surprising that you went five years in the slums of B-more without an incident and it's the Philly hoodrats that finally caught up with you. I think Penn's making you a little soft ;-)
Well, hope you are doing okay. Try not to make this thugging thing a habit.
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It wasnt that big a deal. I walked right into a setup--to call it an "ambush" would be to give the hoodrats too much credit. No weapons (though that possibility didnt dawn on me til later) and the guy just slugged me in the head from behind and shoved me into the ground. Kicked him in the back of the kneed, he stumbled, lurched forward and I cracked him in the fleshy sack where a real man's testicles normally are nestled. I started getting up and he ran. Big sonofabitch, too. So, yeah, score two for the ol Fu...my dad still mocks me for the Fu saving me with the Orgo explosion...and he, um, hasnt heard about the thuggin, yet.
Hopefully I'll have my .38 by the next time the issue presents itself.
Yeah, not a Ryan Phillipe fan either. Fartboy's charcter was a fucking dope too. Four simple words. Stop. Or. I'll. Shoot. Considering Don Cheadle was absolutely wasted in that film, I have to imagine the happy ending where he detectivizes Phillipe and has him gang raped in a basement for years for killing his
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