Magic_Jackson tell me a story
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you wanna rap tonight playa?
silver bullet in full effect mode in 3 hours...
I got two gospel records today, both have moody loopz yo
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I've been friends with Strutter btav (who posts every now and then) since 2nd grade. He was in my homeroom class first day of school with Ms. Master who looks just like: Sally Field. I remember the time, though, when I called him to say that I had just rented Super NES and asked if he wanted to come over and play Mario. He made up some excuse (
How do you fit in those teeny tiny shirts
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I am going to cross file this thread under Memorable Sharts.
aren't they all?
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His favorite movie is One on One with Robbie Benson.
This one time I saw him grab a deer by the antlers. He shook it and said "say my name Magic Jackson". Then a sound came out of the deers mouth that sounded like "Magic Jackson". Well not exactly, but pretty damn good for a deer.
not true.
but one time, when we were 20, m%le and i were trying to buy some weed from one of his high school friends, while we were tripping on acid. first off, this other guy he knew was there, who also sold drugs, brandishing his shiny new semi-automatic handgun (not the coolest thing to be around when you're on acid), and secondly, the original guy's female dog was in heat, with it's doggy doot-doot hanging out all nasty-like. we had been listening to GOD WEEN SATAN in my car, so this was the soundtrack to our stop, and as soon as we saw that dog, m$le's like "i'm gonna lick yo pussay!" just like dean and gene ween, but the guy who's dog it was didn't get it at all. for some reason, that's all we could talk about for the next couple hours, an entire trip ruined by a dog's sex organs. a few months later, the guy with the gun fell asleep while driving and as his car drove into a ditch, he flew half way out the sunroof as the car rolled over him a few times. weird thing was, while we were standing there tripping as he was fondling that gun, i said to j*erms, "i think this is the last time we'll see him alive". it was.
Graham's couch.
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I remember that drunk ass at EF Bailey going crazy on Matt, he could tell that one better than I could though. Also the *edit* story..... Ooops, I might've already said too much...
^this was the first one he suggested, when i first asked. it's kind of nasty, so *if you're appalled by gross sex stories involving minors, don't continue...
i was in a band when i was 14-15 with a kid that m&le had known since grade school. his parents were the type that prayed before eating at mcdonald's, and both his mom and dad sang in their church choir, ie. not the most exciting folks you'd ever meet. graham was the kind of kid that wanted to get into trouble, and at the very last possible second, would chicken out. plus, due to his parents' overactive sense of goody-goody, he always had to lie about the fucking stupidest things, like how many cokes he drank in one night, or where he was going at any hour of the day. at 15, i was dating the most promiscuous girl i could find, and this particular girl and i would have sex wherever we could, all the time... sort of like that part the woody allen film "everything you ever wanted to know..". but at 15. one great thing about this girl was that she had an eqaually promiscuous friend, with whom she was inseparable, which made it easy for us to just go over to my friend's houses to fool around... my friends wouldn't complain that i was using them for their rec room, because my then-girlfriend's pal would be totally down for whatever with my buddy. so we're at graham's while his parents are gone one afternoon, and he and the girl's friend go off into his bedroom or whatever, while my girl and i just stay on his folk's couch. it was a beige, courdoroy couch that had been kept meticulously clean for probably 20yrs at that time, and i didn't really think about it until the girl and i were doin' it and i noticed she was having her monthly situation. needless to say, it made a dark stain the size of a dinner plate, and i could think of no way to cover it up or clean it without bringing it to graham's attention... he was a total baby, so that was out of the question, and i could hear him coming down the stairs, so i had to act quickly. this translates directly into me flipping the cushion over in a stroke of brilliance. only, the couch was so old that the underside was an unfaded, totally differernt color than the rest of the couch. then i flipped the other two cushions over to make it look a little more cohesive. i was in the clear, and i thought that shit was cool... until his parents asked him that night what had happened to their couch. he called me up and told me that he told his parents it was all my doing, and that i wasn't allowed over there anymore. at least they didn't make me clean it up.
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