There was a riot on the street tell me where were you
There was a riot on the street tell me where were you
Last edited by M.R.Ducks; 04-29-2020 at 11:29 AM.
No idea
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
I was participating in some anarchy
Love how he screws up and say april 26 but they thought it sounded good enough so kept it
With some roof top Koreans
I’d rather watch the “Myrtle Beach” video than that $h17.
Where’s Tater when you need him?
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
I was enjoying my last couple weeks of actual freedom before shipping off to bootcamp. There were a couple of guys that joined my company that were in holding because all of their paperwork had been lost when their recruiting station burned in the riots.
I remember thinking to myself while watching Reginald Denny get pulled from his rig. Ah hell naw!
There's a few of us on here that were in our late teens/early twenties when Sublime hit mainstream and we just as quickly found out Bradley Nowell was dead. While Sublime was never going to be for everybody, their blend of skater punk, ska and hip hop was something different in the middle of the 90s grunge alt rock scene where it felt like everything was angsty ballads.
I was 11. Probably doing 11 year old shit.
Reginald Denny needed a hi cap handgun in the worst way.... He sued the city of LA and lost. Received no compensation for his severe injuries. 91 skull fractures if I recall correctly.
He is in bad shape last I read.
F**K Cancer
Just Damn.
The way I remember it was he had no radio in the truck and didn't know ( obviously) what he was driving in to. Bad deal.
F**K Cancer
Just Damn.
First spot we hit was my liquor store. I finally got all that alcohol I can’t afford.
I was pooping in diapers. You bunch of Boomers.
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