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So my little brother thinks he's a thug. A few years ago, he actually thought he was black, ie, of African descent. He's 15 now.
Anyhow, I'm taking my 9-12 nap, until I am rudely interrupted by yelling and doors slamming. Little brother (hereby referred to as "niglet") comes into my room with a bat and starts staring out the front window. My parents and him explain to me that he pissed off a group of kids and they are coming to trash our house. I sigh, put on my party poker thug gear and grab a bat. It's time to get cracking. Two car rolls up full of niglet's friends. They're chilling in my front yard, as I hide in the bushes. At the intersection down the street, two cars full of enemies pull up. About ten or so kids get out and they start yelling. Our group sprints towards them and they rumble. There were about 20 of them with various weapons smashing each other up. I stood roughly ten feet away to watch niglet's back. One of our kids throws a baseball bat through their car window as they scramble to get away. The lead car tries to back up and run over some of our kids, but oh, we are too nimble. One kid is moaning about his hand being broken. Another is limping because he "can't feel his leg." Besides that, we're fine. Exciting night. |
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So my little brother thinks he's a thug. A few years ago, he actually thought he was black, ie, of African descent. He's 15 now. Anyhow, I'm taking my 9-12 nap, until I am rudely interrupted by yelling and doors slamming. Little brother (hereby referred to as "niglet") comes into my room with a bat and starts staring out the front window. My parents and him explain to me that he pissed off a group of kids and they are coming to trash our house. I sigh, put on my party poker thug gear and grab a bat. It's time to get cracking. Two car rolls up full of niglet's friends. They're chilling in my front yard, as I hide in the bushes. At the intersection down the street, two cars full of enemies pull up. About ten or so kids get out and they start yelling. Our group sprints towards them and they rumble. There were about 20 of them with various weapons smashing each other up. I stood roughly ten feet away to watch niglet's back. One of our kids throws a baseball bat through their car window as they scramble to get away. The lead car tries to back up and run over some of our kids, but oh, we are too nimble. One kid is moaning about his hand being broken. Another is limping because he "can't feel his leg." Besides that, we're fine. Exciting night. [/ QUOTE ] no big deal. stuff like this happens to most people. |
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[ QUOTE ] So my little brother thinks he's a thug. A few years ago, he actually thought he was black, ie, of African descent. He's 15 now. Anyhow, I'm taking my 9-12 nap, until I am rudely interrupted by yelling and doors slamming. Little brother (hereby referred to as "niglet") comes into my room with a bat and starts staring out the front window. My parents and him explain to me that he pissed off a group of kids and they are coming to trash our house. I sigh, put on my party poker thug gear and grab a bat. It's time to get cracking. Two car rolls up full of niglet's friends. They're chilling in my front yard, as I hide in the bushes. At the intersection down the street, two cars full of enemies pull up. About ten or so kids get out and they start yelling. Our group sprints towards them and they rumble. There were about 20 of them with various weapons smashing each other up. I stood roughly ten feet away to watch niglet's back. One of our kids throws a baseball bat through their car window as they scramble to get away. The lead car tries to back up and run over some of our kids, but oh, we are too nimble. One kid is moaning about his hand being broken. Another is limping because he "can't feel his leg." Besides that, we're fine. Exciting night. [/ QUOTE ] no big deal. stuff like this happens to most people. [/ QUOTE ] How old are u? |
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niglet [/ QUOTE ] gold |
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just have your mom call their mom. no tv for a week. that will fix them.
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[ QUOTE ] niglet [/ QUOTE ] gold [/ QUOTE ] When I was in 8th grade I played soccer and got triped in the box as I was about to score and they didnt call a penalty. I went off and used the niglet term and got a red-card...good times. I never played soccer after that. And did anyone hear Bush say cash-money tonight...that was some good [censored]. |
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If your parents were my parents, your little brother would be packed off to military school or the castrati academy by morning.
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If your parents were my parents, your little brother would be packed off to military school or the castrati academy by morning. [/ QUOTE ]He really should be. My parents don't discipline him. It's ridiculous. |
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wtf???? For some reason I like this thread.
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wtf???? For some reason I like this thread. [/ QUOTE ] It's because you are a niglet yourself. You use terms like "tight" and other non white-guy terms that would lead yourself to relate with Kurosh's niglet brother. |
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