Tough Guys ONLY in this thread.

[DivorceSupportdawtinfo]

Yall is some tough muthus.

I'm glad those muffin tops Richard3, Brasky & Humungus didn't post in here. I'd have had to delete their lies.

Never frighten the livestock, elst they'll not eat from your open palm.  Plus, their terror sours their meat. 

I'm so tough that I make my muffin top look good.

[BonerJoe]

Lipcock?

[Bill Brasky]

probly not. 

lets ban him anyway.

[BonerJoe]

If anyone asks, I didn't see shit.

[Bill Brasky]

YOU GO NOW!!

YOU BANND!!

FUCKIN MONGOLIAN!!

[Bill Brasky]

I tucked the money in my pocket and walked out the back of the Chinese restaurant, broke the guys key off in the lock and threw the rest of the hunk in a dumpster, registering a jangly thud in the empty bottom.  The alley stretched away like an oblong box, ending in a shaft of yellow foggy light cut in half by a brick corner.  The lamp poked its head out as I approached, making a buzzing noise.  A car splashed past making an oily rainbow arc in the flat of a puddle, coming to a red halt in all its steamy glory.  The light glared down on it indifferently, exposing it to be a long blue thing with a white top.

It spuuuuzzzzzed away not gripping the wet blacktop, until it caught the edge of the corner and barked over it in a big crazy hop, and catching metal and throwing sparks on the down side.  A pack of wild haired bitches inside immediately erupted in a chorus of vulgarities at the tony looking guy chimping the wheel, one of them dragging out the word asssshole above the din.  The brake lights came on and rocked it around, and somehow the trunk popped open like a big mouth in surprise.   

The guy jumped out and slammed the huge Detroit door, calling the rest of the occupants crack whores which echoed back from the canyon of the interior as a big fuck you.  He asked me if I believed this shit as I walked past, to which I replied "No", and punched him in the side of the neck and threw him in the trunk. 

I got in, and the interior light revealed them to be sufficient, one of them gripping a bottle and the Mick was wailing about shelter.  They all looked a bit surprised at first, but took it in stride.  The one up front asked where we were going, and I said Mexico.  They were okay with that, and we rolled off into the wet and shiny night.

[BonerJoe]

o.o

[Rillion]

Vamanos amigos, he whispered, and threw the busted leather flint craw over the loose weave of the saddle cock, and they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.

[hellbilly]

Given the current ego driven macho shit talking going on from soooomeone hereabouts, I felt like I needed to share this.

One time out on the battle field a Zulu warrior chief came at me quite aggressively. Obviously intent on doing me harm, he was armed with a lit cigarette in one hand and a Big Mac in the other. I waited till he got close enough to remove all doubt of his intentions and so when I inhaled the second hand smoke, I knew the Big Mac wasn't far behind and so I stepped up to him and killed that mother with my BARE HANDS.

And I think he was a bigot too.

WTFK brought this to my attention.

No clue at all what I was getting at here.

[Cognitive Dissident]

Now you're going to necro all the hate threads?

[hellbilly]

Now you're going to necro all the hate threads?

Hate threads?

I know of no hate threads.

Can you provide links to the hate threads?

If the "hate" threads different than the "racist" threads you've already collected, then let's talk.

[Turd Ferguson]

My gf asked me last night, "What should we have for dinner?" So I piped up "You wanna know whats for dinner? Well, I'll do ya one better than tell you whats for dinner........ I'll SHOW you what the fucks for dinner, baby!"

I then proceeded to walk about a half mile into the woods behind my house, climbed up a tree and waited for a deer to pass by.  As sure as the day is long, one of those poor bastards happened along directly under me about 20 minutes later. What I did next was the only thing any self-respecting bad ass would do in a situation like that. I jumped on his back, cut his fucking throat and drank the still pumping blood straight from his neck wound........ ALL OF IT!!

Then, I heaved my victim up on my shoulders like a bag of potatoes and walked the fucker back, three miles (I got lost on the way back, ok) in the freezing rain, through the woods and up to the house where the gf just looked on as I walked past her without a glance. I slammed the deer on the kitchen table with a loud thud, and said "Baby, this is whats for dinner, so get your ass in the kitchen and prepare my meal!"


She says to me, "I've never cooked a deer before....... what do I......"   *SMACK* across the kisser is what she got explained to her, right then and there.

"Now get me a god-damn beer, PRONTO!!" I replied.

She brough me a beer. She cooked the deer. We ate. She sucked me off. I went to bed.


DE END!

[Cognitive Dissident]

Now you're going to necro all the hate threads?

Hate threads?

I know of no hate threads.

Can you provide links to the hate threads?

If the "hate" threads different than the "racist" threads you've already collected, then let's talk.

Keep necroing threads, proving you're a racist and a troll.  That won't get you banned or anything.

[hellbilly]

Now you're going to necro all the hate threads?

Hate threads?

I know of no hate threads.

Can you provide links to the hate threads?

If the "hate" threads different than the "racist" threads you've already collected, then let's talk.

Keep necroing threads, proving you're a racist and a troll.  That won't get you banned or anything.

1. Uhh.. kinda already familiar with how bans work Ken. Thanks for thinking of me though.

2. Burden of proof lies with those who make the claim. There are a half dozen or so of you making the claim, so what's taking so long?


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Good un quickmike.

I just re-read this thread. It's a good one.. quality Braskyramble. Good number of assorted posters. Some debate on modding before slamming the finger down on buttons.

Good stuff (thanks again to Ken for providing the memories!!). Those were the days I reckon.

[Bill Brasky]

Looks around.

This place is fulla pussies.