12 O'Clock Boys

[Highstrung]

A feller could likely have a hell of a time with a pile of sticks, a 12 pack of their choice of beer, and a camping chair on one of those sidewalk corners.

I was being chased by this asshole (a Dr.'s snotty ass son) he was freshman in high school on a ten speed, and I think I was in fourth grade. He didn't like my tone, big fella too. He was speeding up to me when I got to the side of the road and jammed a branch into his front tire. It was violent. He came over the handle bars like a fatass flying monkey and landed chest first. He was lying on the ground crying like a girl, and I just walked away. He ended up with a broken collar bone, a rib (I think), and some sort of a fracture in his wrist. You know, I kinda felt bad for what I did for years. Until the asshole came in a few months ago, and didn't even say "hello".

[BigBrother]

Big truck with a nice steel bumper would work just fine when they wanted to come blocking up a road. May want to weld up a big hoop in front of the radiator so no femurs or handlebars pokes a hole in your radiator.

[BigBrother]

I was being chased by this asshole (a Dr.'s snotty ass son) he was freshman in high school on a ten speed, and I think I was in fourth grade. He didn't like my tone, big fella too. He was speeding up to me when I got to the side of the road and jammed a branch into his front tire. It was violent. He came over the handle bars like a fatass flying monkey and landed chest first. He was lying on the ground crying like a girl, and I just walked away. He ended up with a broken collar bone, a rib (I think), and some sort of a fracture in his wrist. You know, I kinda felt bad for what I did for years. Until the asshole came in a few months ago, and didn't even say "hello".

Before we had driver's licenses, we rode our bikes from my house in Cherry Grove down to H. Lee's arcade. We were sitting there looking at his wife's knockers when we saw a couple of guys riding off on our bikes.

We chased them about 15 blocks, cutting through back yards, jumping fences...getting clotheslined...by clotheslines.

We caught them, a buddy did a flying burrito tackle to the one what got his bike. It was the kind of shit you see in the movies. I can still see it in slow motion.

They got up, and ran. We were too winded to give chase but we got our bikes back, damnit.

[willk]

I would say some things about this but I would get banned. Just use your imagination.

[palmetta jarhead]

I'd have laughed my ass off if the cop in the passenger seat of that car would have opened the door when that punk kicked the car.