CarbonBraddock
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Brehs, I sometimes will take a walk to clear my head and i did earlier today. I got to an intersection and was looking ahead as i passed it. I heard behind me this loud crash and i turned and some dude had got hit or he hit the light pole or some shyt. I didn't know at first cause there wasn't another car that was damaged or that had stopped. Anyway i kept walking and i heard a horn behind me but just kept on for like six blocks. Well this mufukka zoomed his little electric p.o.s. car into the parking lot in front of me and jumped out and this was the convo:
him: 'wut the fuk! didn't you hear me blowing my horn!'
me: 'sorry sir, i didn't know you were blowing at me. have a good day. (turn to keep walking)
him: (jumps in my path) 'hold it homie, i'm gonna need you to stay and act as a witness to the cops.'
me: 'i didn't see shyt though. have a good day.' (turn to keep walking, but dude grabs my shoulder)
now i should say that this was a skinny-ass white dude in his early forties so i don't know why he was getting all brave and shyt. i am over 6 feet tall and over 200 lbs and give off a not to be fukked with aura. but when he grabbed me, i jumped back and was like 'fukk off fakkit!' his girl was in the car and she was screaming and shyt like women do. this dude asked me if i 'wanted to go.' at that moment, my temper from when i was younger took over and i legit ripped my shirt on some black hogan shyt. dude fell back and was terrified. he tried to dive back into the car, but i caught his bytch ass from the rear, no homo, and dragged him out by his ass pockets, no homo. had this guy hemmed up on the side of the car and the woman was just blaring the horn like she had lost her goddamn mind. like dude's face was smushed up on the side of her window and it wasn't shyt they could do about it. i told him 'you made me tear my fukking shirt a$$hole! take yo shyt off!'
had dude strip out his pants and empty them shyts and got a golden corral card and his wallet and his Modern Woodman of America card also. told him to get facedown on the hood and walked around to each tire and took the little things that keep the air in them and threw them on top of the roof. slunk out on his bytch ass. this is the type of evil shyt i used to do years ago, but i had been going to therapy for it. guess today they drew my bad side back out brehs. i'm just happy no one got hurt bc i had to stomp some folks out in the past for less than this, including pushing a port-o-potty over with some dude in there.
him: 'wut the fuk! didn't you hear me blowing my horn!'
me: 'sorry sir, i didn't know you were blowing at me. have a good day. (turn to keep walking)
him: (jumps in my path) 'hold it homie, i'm gonna need you to stay and act as a witness to the cops.'
me: 'i didn't see shyt though. have a good day.' (turn to keep walking, but dude grabs my shoulder)
now i should say that this was a skinny-ass white dude in his early forties so i don't know why he was getting all brave and shyt. i am over 6 feet tall and over 200 lbs and give off a not to be fukked with aura. but when he grabbed me, i jumped back and was like 'fukk off fakkit!' his girl was in the car and she was screaming and shyt like women do. this dude asked me if i 'wanted to go.' at that moment, my temper from when i was younger took over and i legit ripped my shirt on some black hogan shyt. dude fell back and was terrified. he tried to dive back into the car, but i caught his bytch ass from the rear, no homo, and dragged him out by his ass pockets, no homo. had this guy hemmed up on the side of the car and the woman was just blaring the horn like she had lost her goddamn mind. like dude's face was smushed up on the side of her window and it wasn't shyt they could do about it. i told him 'you made me tear my fukking shirt a$$hole! take yo shyt off!'
had dude strip out his pants and empty them shyts and got a golden corral card and his wallet and his Modern Woodman of America card also. told him to get facedown on the hood and walked around to each tire and took the little things that keep the air in them and threw them on top of the roof. slunk out on his bytch ass. this is the type of evil shyt i used to do years ago, but i had been going to therapy for it. guess today they drew my bad side back out brehs. i'm just happy no one got hurt bc i had to stomp some folks out in the past for less than this, including pushing a port-o-potty over with some dude in there.
