Friday night I did nothing except get high and eat a lot.
Saturday night... well, gotta give a little back story for this one.
My friend and 4 of his friends were walking into a place to eat...but one the way in one of the guys says "dont touch my f*cking car or i'll kill you" to a group of kids standing outside. Apparently he loves his car haha...so they finish eating and the group of kids all get on their cellphones and when my friends leave, there's 25 guys outside ready to jump em. They got pretty f'ed up.
So there's only one thing left to do...tonight we got up like 20 guys, and a couple of them were really really jacked, and go back to the place.
Those punk kids were so lucky they didn't show up cause we were ready to break some heads open.
Once again, there's no justice like mob justice.
Saturday night... well, gotta give a little back story for this one.
My friend and 4 of his friends were walking into a place to eat...but one the way in one of the guys says "dont touch my f*cking car or i'll kill you" to a group of kids standing outside. Apparently he loves his car haha...so they finish eating and the group of kids all get on their cellphones and when my friends leave, there's 25 guys outside ready to jump em. They got pretty f'ed up.
So there's only one thing left to do...tonight we got up like 20 guys, and a couple of them were really really jacked, and go back to the place.
Those punk kids were so lucky they didn't show up cause we were ready to break some heads open.
Once again, there's no justice like mob justice.
