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bomb stories

Discussion in 'Third Rail' started by simple style, Jan 14, 2004.

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  1. simple style

    simple style New Jack

    Joined: Jan 2, 2004 Messages: 47 Likes Received: 0
    hahaha, hopefuly people will put some good stories on here. here is my most recent stroy.
    another writer and i were out bombin and i think we were going to our last spot he had lined up, we were walkin threw a field to this abonded house. everything was lookin perfect, we were thinkin' it'd be a nice ass spot. 'cause it was mad dark and it would have ran for a bit. well i got closer to the house i was walkin towards the wall and i saw a white box, and didn't notice it had a sheet over it, with that, a giant fuckin german shepard dog jumped out growling and bite my leg and and i ran from it and fortunately it was on a leash or i'd be fucked. the friend ran around the whole field and we met up on another road like 10 mins later and jsut went home. the fucked up thing was i was talkin' to him about some of the things that scared me and one the things that worried me was a big fuckin dog comin up and biting me. haha, it happens. i'm alright, just a big as bruise and a sore fucking leg.
  2. theres hekka "i got chased by po-po"stories in the third rail.
    try there.
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