Confessions

Bombur

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Went to buy a cup of coffee and smoke a bowl on the drive home.

Leaving Starbucks with my blonde roast grande, with 6 ice cubes, I get into my car, get all set to start and pull out, and the idling car next to me honks. I ignore it, thinking the silly chola is just tweaking on meth, or looking for her sharpie. Nope, she wanted to talk shit "Did you just hit my car?" "Probably, you should learn to park, instead of double parking." "Fuck you, move over in the spot <blah blah blah>." (I started my car and was ignoring her.) And then "Fuck you, your an asshole!" "I am indeed, you fucking chola cunt. I'm also a psychopath who hasn't taken his meds." ... I start pulling out, and she's YELLING more shit. So, I just took her license plate number down, and got a nice pic of the car, in case I forget the plate... "Fuck you, asshole, what the fuck are you going to do?" So, I stopped my car and started opening my door, and she rolled up her windows and locked her door. That's when I VERY evidently took the picture of her car.

So, my morning was almost ruined, by a sharpie wearing cunt that sat in a parking lot on the phone, double parked for like 15 minutes, partially in MY spot, and then talking shit to me. But, I recognized the face. She's met one of us before, and I think she peed a little when I started getting out. RAWR! Don't fuck with the dude that walks out of a coffee shop WEARING CUSTOM MADE KNUCKLE DUSTERS. (Maybe she should post that in the NTS thread. LoL.) -- The knuckles, it's a big juggalo hangout area with the Krispy Kremes right there and all. A subtle "Please don't ask me about clowns and their shitty music" statement goes a long way in just being left the fuck alone.
The existance of people like you is why I tell my gf to stop giving strangers the finger while she's driving. You never know when it'll be the wrong person. I mean this in a complimentary way lol.
 

match box

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Well I made no confession there. About 6 months before I left my wife I took a ball-pin hammer out of my tool box to hit her in the back of the neck with. I just couldn't decide what to do with the body after. Damn what a sick thought. I'm sure glad I didn't do it. I'm not so sure I should have sheared that.
 

minnesmoker

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that's fuckt all ya want is a cup of coffee and a relaxing drive home. people and there fucking cell phones.
Word. The Cholas... It's a love/hate thing. Nothing sexier than a chola (or, if she's white, but dark haired, a rockabilly chick.) But, then cholas talk:

[video=youtube;IucBp1yrr7A]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IucBp1yrr7A[/video]

The existance of people like you is why I tell my gf to stop giving strangers the finger while she's driving. You never know when it'll be the wrong person. I mean this in a complimentary way lol.
I'm guilty of being an asshole, she's right. ;-) But, seriously, bitch, you double parked your piece of shit 2001 white Olds, license plate <redacted, come on, I'm not THAT bad!> in MY SPOT, while I was still in my car. And then, you didn't hang up, or fix your parking job, you suggest I MOVE MY CAR? That was the plan, that's why I opened my door -- a door that opened without obstruction, every other time I parked, centered in my spot like a good DOT driver. And then you talk shit to ME?

Honestly, that cute little dolphin pipe, with a half-packed bowl of the last of my meds until my "connect" gets back to me... That's why I didn't ruin her car. So, weed saved the day!

Well I made no confession there. About 6 months before I left my wife I took a ball-pin hammer out of my tool box to hit her in the back of the neck with. I just couldn't decide what to do with the body after. Damn what a sick thought. I'm sure glad I didn't do it. I'm not so sure I should have sheared that.

You shoulda PM'd me, I have some great recipes... In hindsight, you probably DID do the right thing, though.
 

demonhaze

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Went to buy a cup of coffee and smoke a bowl on the drive home.

Leaving Starbucks with my blonde roast grande, with 6 ice cubes, I get into my car, get all set to start and pull out, and the idling car next to me honks. I ignore it, thinking the silly chola is just tweaking on meth, or looking for her sharpie. Nope, she wanted to talk shit "Did you just hit my car?" "Probably, you should learn to park, instead of double parking." "Fuck you, move over in the spot <blah blah blah>." (I started my car and was ignoring her.) And then "Fuck you, your an asshole!" "I am indeed, you fucking chola cunt. I'm also a psychopath who hasn't taken his meds." ... I start pulling out, and she's YELLING more shit. So, I just took her license plate number down, and got a nice pic of the car, in case I forget the plate... "Fuck you, asshole, what the fuck are you going to do?" So, I stopped my car and started opening my door, and she rolled up her windows and locked her door. That's when I VERY evidently took the picture of her car.

So, my morning was almost ruined, by a sharpie wearing cunt that sat in a parking lot on the phone, double parked for like 15 minutes, partially in MY spot, and then talking shit to me. But, I recognized the face. She's met one of us before, and I think she peed a little when I started getting out. RAWR! Don't fuck with the dude that walks out of a coffee shop WEARING CUSTOM MADE KNUCKLE DUSTERS. (Maybe she should post that in the NTS thread. LoL.) -- The knuckles, it's a big juggalo hangout area with the Krispy Kremes right there and all. A subtle "Please don't ask me about clowns and their shitty music" statement goes a long way in just being left the fuck alone.
What the hell is a knuckle duster?
 

minnesmoker

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Those are niiiiiiiiiiiice! No pointed edging on mine, that'd make it a deadly weapon, instead of a dangerous weapon. We felons gotta be aware of this kind of distinction.
;-)
 

RPM371

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I'm confused. You wear brass knucks walking out of Starbucks? I know the baristas are a pain but WTF?
 

minnesmoker

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I'm confused. You wear brass knucks walking out of Starbucks? I know the baristas are a pain but WTF?

LoL, we can carry/wear pretty much ANY weapon here. You can walk around with a shotgun slung over your back, as long as you own it, aren't "disqualified" from carrying it, and mind the "no guns" signs at shops. Mine fits like a ring, and yes I slipped 'em on outta habit (slide your hand in your pocket for keys type of habit, I'm getting better, though) when I walked out of the coffee shop, because of the fuckin' juggalos that stand around talking shit to all the little hipsters, and the cholos on the other side of the lot, grumbling shit to the juggalos.
 

minnesmoker

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I think it's an east coast colloquialism. I'm pretty sure I picked up the phrase when I did time in the dirty dirty, though.

EDIT: And the habit of walking with them in my pocket, and slipping them on walking out doors...
 

minnesmoker

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Really? Lucky.

Google it, they're a treat! Especially when the other half of the lot is populated by ABQ Cholos/Cholas. Like walking onto a rec. yard full of retards in the joint.
 

Singlemalt

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Jezoo! They hang around looking like that, everyday?

from Urban Dictionary:
1. juggalo
For the most part, an uneducated, pathetic excuse for a human being who listens to the group ICP who are bold enough to actually consider themselves musicians. People you see wearing "hatchet-man" accesories. They should not be allowed to reproduce, because that is too cruel to future generations. ICP isn't rap, it isn't metal, it isn't rap/metal, and it isn't horrorpop. There is only one way to properly categorize ICP; unnecessarily and unartfully offensive and obnoxious noise.
That juggalo is stupid enough to think that ICP is music.
 

GreatwhiteNorth

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Staff member
Jezoo! They hang around looking like that, everyday?

from Urban Dictionary:
1. juggalo
For the most part, an uneducated, pathetic excuse for a human being who listens to the group ICP who are bold enough to actually consider themselves musicians. People you see wearing "hatchet-man" accesories. They should not be allowed to reproduce, because that is too cruel to future generations. ICP isn't rap, it isn't metal, it isn't rap/metal, and it isn't horrorpop. There is only one way to properly categorize ICP; unnecessarily and unartfully offensive and obnoxious noise.
That juggalo is stupid enough to think that ICP is music.
Don't feel bad - I learned what they were here as well.

Retards if I can be frank.
 
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