here I am.
All except OCA, I am sick to death of beating on the pimply scrawny necked nancyboy.
here I am.
All except OCA, I am sick to death of beating on the pimply scrawny necked nancyboy.
I try not to fight with OCA. I rarely agree with him, but I freely acknowledge that he is a very intelligent person with good points.
Roomy you remind me of this kid who lived down the hall during my freshman year of college. Hid name was Ken. Normally Ken would be a pimple on the face of the earth, but when he drank a beer he'd pick fights. That's all it took was one beer to completely change this guys personality. This happened about 10-12 times during the first semester. One time he went after a tough kid, for the sake of story telling lets call him OCA.
Ol' Ken's standing in the hallway after his one beer in his now familar delusional trance. OCA walks by, barely looks at him, rolls his eyes and walks on. Ken follows him down the hall, fuming, saying "he looked at me like I was a zero!". OCA ignores him and walks out to the third story deck in the center of this dorm building, grabs a beer out of a cooler and starts milling around with his buddies.
Ken just can't help himself, keeps saying "he looked at me like I was a zero!" over and over. OCA continues to ignore him and the rest of us are just LOAO at this madman, except for the girls who are getting worried about what is about to happen. Finally OCA's had enough and tells Ken to go back in his room and sleep it off. That sets Ken off and he storms towards OCA, who promptly levels him with one solid punch to Ken's nose. Ol' Ken spent an hour or so passed out on the deck while we all ignored him and had our little party.
Ahhhh, Rommy's funny. Nobody should get all worked up over him, he cracks me up.
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Same thing with Ken. He was good for a lot of laughs, just that they were all at his expense.
One night he wandered into my room while about 4 of us were drinking beers. He starts in on me that night- I guss it was my turn. I ignored him for a while while the other guys just sat there and shook their heads. Finally I asked him: "Ken, do you want to take this outside?" and his eyes got real big and he fumes "I'll fight you you cocksuckah". My friends are all grinning ear to ear. So he walks to the door, opens it, walks out, and I shut the door after him and lock it. My friends are all giving me the "high five" and we are LOAO while Ken's out there swearing and screaming at us all.
After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box - Author unknown
“Unfortunately, the truth is now whatever the media say it is”
-Abbey