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- hUtCh0
Talking of tatoos. I was living with my (ex) girlfriend at Uni. She was working at the local bakery to earn some extra cash.
Then she got an interview for a staurday job at Topshop. It was her -I'll get freebies - dream job.
However, the night before we had a huge row and after she'd crashed-out from all her ranting I waited until she was sound asleep... and wrote "Ice cold bitch" on her face with a red marker pen.
She awoke the next morning in a mad panic as she was running late and didn't have time to shower. Took all my b*strdness not to tell her she had summin on her face.
Unfortunately she noticed somehow on the way to the interview...
I got even more sh*t that night!!!
- iLotion0
hUtCh that's seriously cold! Although that's also very gentlemanly for a 16 year old - Most these days would have connected foot to knicker lettuce without a second thought :(
Kindof reminds me of the neighbourhood nut-job we had - Me and my brother out playing cricket in teh park - This wierd'un took a shine to said brother, asked him out, he said no, so she grabs the bat a proceeds to give him a fucking good hiding with it...
- hUtCh0
Knicker lettuce - I like that!!!
- hUtCh0
Then there was this other time, in Band Camp...
- iLotion0
hahaha!
Hey jevad - I thought you used to live in England, sounds like you were in America as a kid, or have you just migrated back there?
- hUtCh0
iLotion. Did the said brother punish her knicker lettuce for that or choose the gentlemans way?
- ricstultz0
good read dude, good read.
- iLotion0
He was about 7 or 8... He cried like a girl and ran home, this wierdo-bird was the same age but about a foot and a half taller than everyone else... Biiiiiig bitch, that lettuce was probably "like a shield of steel!" ;)
- k0na_an0k0
haha. awesome.
ahh, the young dating years.
when i was 16 i was shitfaced at a party and i had just gotten my school ring. i wore it out and turns out it was too big and kept slipping off my finger. so wasted and not wanting to lose it i asked a girl there that i kinda new to hold onto it for me so i don't lose it and to give it back on monday when i saw her at school again.
come monday i go to get it back and she had it wrapped in the same color string as my gem on her finger, telling everyone we were going steady.
not to miss out on a good opportunity for poon, (since we WERE dating) i went along with it for a couple days. it was weird as hell and quickly i came to the conclusion this chick was fucked in the head.
then came the dumping. after only 5 days and no action i asked for my ring back. she gave it back alright, i did it in the gym before school and balling she took off the ring and whipped it at my skull, missing it flew across the gym and landed against the wall. i couldn't help but laugh cause she was 3 feet away and totally missed. which didn't make the situation any better.
years later after jevads story, it reminded me of that one and now i feel all bad now that i'm grown up.
i hope that chick didn't kill herself. i remember seeing her a year of so later after her family had moved away (they were moving before our whatever the hell it was) and she had a kid and purple hair. i was thinking 'wft did you do to yourself?' but 'hi' only came out.
now i feel really bad.
eh. i'm over it now. so what's for lunch?!?
- fate0
Jevad man you need to write a book. I still have your story of buying cassettes in China archived somewhere.
- jevad0
" Hey jevad - I thought you used to live in England, sounds like you were in America as a kid"
Hong Kong - till I was 21.
k0na that was some funny shit!
- jevad0
sorry to bump this - I just remembered what happened after I broke up with her...
Later that week, I believe it was Friday, there was a beach party down at the temple on the far side of the beach. This was the normal place for such happenings, and whilst they were, more often than not, open for all, it was usually just a core group of about 15-25 people that would show.
They were usually a fairly rowdy affair - but the size of the group mean we never really attracted much attention.
Word quickly spread however, that friends and people from other schools had heard that this particular gathering was destined to be legendary. (It would later transpire that a friend had let it slip there was going to be 2oz of black nep laced with mandrax there - and this had lead to the 'buzz'...so to speak)
Estimates ranged from there being about 30 people coming down, up to about 60. To be honest...nobody really knew, or was prepared, for exactly how many people would show up.
Friday soon came, as did 5 or 6 pleading phone calls a day, some of them in the very late evening, from the recent ex. Well, they started out pleading, but by thursday had become somewhat ominously threatening. 'You're gonna get it'...was a common theme throughout the last 4 or 5 messages. Quite what I was going to get I wasn't sure....but it probably wasn't going to be anything enjoyable.
A few of us decided we would get down there early - first ones there always had dibs on the stereo for the entire night. That's just how it was. Usually nobody would get there much before 8. We got there at 7. And there were already about 60 people there.
Totally freaked out we started making calls. Remember that this was pre-cellphones, and therefore pretty bloody hard to get in touch with anyone. Especially when you were reliant upon little brothers and sisters to pass on messages, when all they were concerned with was how much fun it was to eat glue.
Eventually most of the usuals had shown up, this was about 8.30 or so. By this point the gathering had grown to about 120 people, with more arriving every minute. There were about 5 different stereos playing 5 different styles of music, and I don't think I have ever seen so many drunk underage drinkers in my life. But things like this weren't really an issue in Hong Kong where families on the beach during the day would send their 10 year old to the 7-11 to bring back a 24 pack of san miguel.
I had been there about an hour, marvelling at the monster we had created, when word reached me via friends that some of the football team were there, and looking for me. It didn't take too long for me to put 2 and 2 together.
I managed to avoid them for an hour or so, but they eventually caught up with me coming out of the 7-11 with some fish balls. I had the most intense munchies ever that night, and fish balls were hitting the spot.
They weren't big lads by any means - this was 10th grade after all - but there were 5 or 6 of them, and they quickly formed a semi-circle around me.
Meathead no.1 asked me why I had broken up with the ex, so I started telling them the story posted above, but the abridged version, as my fish balls were getting cold.
My story didn't seem to strike any chords of compassion with them, and their manner became somewhat threatening. When it became clear I wasn;t going to be able to talk myself out of this one I started looking for escape routes. Unbeknownst to myself a couple of friends, impatient at the lack of arrival of promised fishballs, had walked over to 7-11. Seeing me cornered they ran back to get the rest of our clique.
So as I was looking around for escape routes, out of the corner of my eye I saw my friends, about 10 of them, running up the road behind the semi circle de meathead.
As I started to crack a smile on of them turned around to see what I was smiling at, and had about 2 seconds to shout 'SHIT' before he was floored by a right hook to the jaw. And then it was an all out brawl.
Being as stoned as I was, and due to the fact that nobody was really aiming for me, I casually walked out of the melle and sat down on some nearby steps to eat my fishballs, and watch the fight. And what a fight it was. Very gentlemanly - no bottles or below the belt punhces/kicks, and no 2 on 1.
As soon as we heard police sirens, everybody split in all directions, but I went back into 7-11 for more fishballs, and then walked back to the beach. About halfway there I could see about 8 cop vans with their flash lights steaming down in the direction of the party. Thinking better of getting caught up in that too, I sat down on a bench to roll one, and was gutted to find myself sans papers. I saw a couple sitting further down on some benches and figured I would hit them up for some rizla. When I got there it wasn't a couple but two girls I recognised from the german-swiss school - a year above me.
Realising I probably had the most hienous fishball breath I didn't get too close when asking for skins, but they had some, and offered me a beer to boot. They said they were dry so I offered them to get them high and motioned towards one of the lifeguard huts, which were never locked.
The top of the hut gave us a bird's eye view of people getting rounded up by the cops further down the beach, and also of where people were running off to hide.
It was a lovely warm summer evening and one of the girl's had a little tape stereo with Van Halen on it, so we sat atop this hut and watched the calm transcend into chaos and anarchy. We talked well into the early morning about drugs and music and how much it will suck growing up and not being able to do stuff like this anymore.
Apparently, one of those girls was arrested and imprisioned several years ago smuggling cocaine in Thailand.
Ahhh youth.....
- heathen0
jevad, your stories are getting me through the day.