Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:12 pm
FUCK YOU THEN PUSSYHOLE
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Ok then, maybe just a hug...The_Dza88 wrote:FUCK YOU THEN PUSSYHOLE
FAUST.DTC wrote:Walking through Croydon as a teen I could almost guarentee someone would try it on me. I boxed at the time and always had to much pride so would never back down, my mentality was that if there was 1 person id play scared and then hit themn as hard as I could. If there were 2 people id do the same, hit the biggest as hard as I could and then lay into the second one. If there was more than 2 id hit the biggest and, er, run like the wind lol As long as I got the first punch in and got away with my belongings I didnt care.
Hasnt happened on the street for years now but, as some of you know, 4 guys tried to rush my house about 4 months ago. I managed to fight them off so only one got in and only took a mobile phone but I got stabbed twice in the rumble. It was very unexpected but I wasnt at all scared or shaken and managed to give a good fight back. Being stabbed doesnt hurt all that bad either although it was in fleshy parts so im pretty lucky.
That actually brings back memories of a running gang beef I had when I was younger after 5 guys tried to rob me at the local chicken shop. Being me I couldnt back down but this time I couldnt run either so rocked it out like a man until a Jamiacan guy on a bike came and broke it up. I offered the biggest guy a one on one, gave the guy on the bike my designer jacket to hold (bit of a risk in hind sight lol) and watched as I then pounded the bullies lips and nose into his face, pulling away any of the guys who tried to jump in.
I then put my coat back on, thanked the guy (I actually saw him again and used to pick up from him on a regular) and walked back to my road. Then proceded a series of tooled up gang fights, most of which we won, ending in me and my 2 brothers getting a knock on the door one evening only to face about 30 snarling dudes. We casually but stupidly closed the front door behind us and ran into a battle we will never forget like summin out of Braveheart. Needless to say we got the shit kicked out of us, I got hit in the head with the claw end of a hammer. I wanted to kill someone after that being the raged teen I was but my mum told us we were lucky to be alive so we decided to leave it at that.
I had too much pride to be scared and continued to walk around my ends like nothing had happened, black eyes and all. About 3 days later I went back to that same chicken shop and there they was again. The guy whose face I had pounded walked up to me and I just thought 'oh no, here we go again' and was ready to lash out but he just held out his hand and spudded me for my bravery. From then on me and my brothers got nothing but respect from these boys.
FAUST.DTC wrote:Ok then, maybe just a hug...The_Dza88 wrote:FUCK YOU THEN PUSSYHOLE
WE HAVE A WINNER!yooamatwa wrote:i spent the next hour in the police tent Literally eating my own face off talking absolute bollocks to a group of police while plundering their huge bowl of mints..........
lolChester Perry wrote:Yup- 16.99 for Caspas album in my local wax emporium.
yooamatwa wrote:This....jduffy wrote:I bet its horrible if someones got a gun in your face man I wouldn't know what to do.
Thank god in this country (UK) you don't see that often
My stories pretty lame, many moons ago i went to Homelands and decided munching my way through my pills was the best way to start the proceedings needless to say i was proper fucked and i lost my mates so i decided to call them.
No sooner had i started dialling some chavvy tnuc ran passed me and grabbed my phone surprisingly i automatically started chase but being so mullered i ran through a large group of people inadvertently kicking about three of them in the head...so they started chasing me. Meanwhile the chav handed off the phone to a mate and slid to the ground and put his arms up ..."look no phone"... .......I booted him as hard as i could in his gut..
so now behind me i had a group of people wanting to kick my head in for...kicking their heads..and in front of me a group of chavs who wanted to kick my head in for kicking their mate in the gut............
Just then a policeman ran over (The first and only time i've been glad to see a copper!)
Needles to say i spent the next hour in the police tent Literally eating my own face off talking absolute bollocks to a group of police while plundering their huge bowl of mints..........
That's real, real shit.distraction wrote:got robbed on streatham common at gun point, held 'hostage' for about three hours whilst the yardy fucks tried to get us (there were two of us) to call our dealers so they could rob them. one of the worst experiences of my life. worst thing was i couldn't understand what they were saying cos of thick jamaican accent and the more is said pardon the more pissed off they got!
LAME!
Fuck, man, sounds horrible. How did that end?distraction wrote:got robbed on streatham common at gun point, held 'hostage' for about three hours whilst the yardy fucks tried to get us (there were two of us) to call our dealers so they could rob them. one of the worst experiences of my life. worst thing was i couldn't understand what they were saying cos of thick jamaican accent and the more is said pardon the more pissed off they got!
LAME!
Fucking hell, man, that's sick. Think I'd move house if I were you back then.distraction wrote:after they went to my bank (which had no money in anyways luckily) with my card, they took my phone + chain, took down my address from my driving licence and said if they get done by police that night they would know it was me who grassed them up and they said they would come and shoot my family.
the stupidest thing was that the reason i went to streatham was to meet my mate to pick up a half ounce cos there was a draught in sutton, i managed to hide that fact that i had a half buldging out of my pocket.
tbh looking back it was a stupid thing to do cos if they did find it they would have fucked me up big time!
it fair to say after we walked back to my mates house the majority of that half was delt with pretty quickley!
this all happened the week before my 18th birthday. it was pretty dry
that's fucked up.mawltea wrote:Fucking hell, man, that's sick. Think I'd move house if I were you back then.distraction wrote:after they went to my bank (which had no money in anyways luckily) with my card, they took my phone + chain, took down my address from my driving licence and said if they get done by police that night they would know it was me who grassed them up and they said they would come and shoot my family.
the stupidest thing was that the reason i went to streatham was to meet my mate to pick up a half ounce cos there was a draught in sutton, i managed to hide that fact that i had a half buldging out of my pocket.
tbh looking back it was a stupid thing to do cos if they did find it they would have fucked me up big time!
it fair to say after we walked back to my mates house the majority of that half was delt with pretty quickley!
this all happened the week before my 18th birthday. it was pretty dry
Awesome.DID wrote:'right then, 7 on 1, let's go'
i know man, sounds like something off a film. true say though, if i was with 6 mates and one guy said he'd fight the lot of us i'd think twice lolNilsFG wrote:Awesome.DID wrote:'right then, 7 on 1, let's go'