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» Mugged
Steak goes great with drugs...
I was walking downtown in unnamed western new york shithole of a town (not Buffalo), and I was searching for some drugs. I asked the usual bums around, and some non-bums, who'd I prefer to buy from. Well, it was a hopeless search, but just then some old black guy with a voice modulation problem asked me what i was looking for. Scratchy neck, talked in a horse high voice. I told him and we proceeded around the corner for a chat, after he patted me down, in case I was a cop. We walked into this cove and I wanted to see it first, so he showed me, along with three steak knives with wooden handles in his pocket. He told me to give him the money, which I did, and stepped three feet back and ran like the wind. I am not fucking around with non-retractable 5in serrated knives wielded by a crackhead.
I'm mostly curious on how he was going to hold all three; all in one hand? two in one hand? maybe make it a fair fight and give me one? Lastly I'm curious if hes ever stabbed himself accidentally from those blades, I'd imagine it's a good possibility.
(Fri 16th Jun 2006, 18:05, More)
Steak goes great with drugs...
I was walking downtown in unnamed western new york shithole of a town (not Buffalo), and I was searching for some drugs. I asked the usual bums around, and some non-bums, who'd I prefer to buy from. Well, it was a hopeless search, but just then some old black guy with a voice modulation problem asked me what i was looking for. Scratchy neck, talked in a horse high voice. I told him and we proceeded around the corner for a chat, after he patted me down, in case I was a cop. We walked into this cove and I wanted to see it first, so he showed me, along with three steak knives with wooden handles in his pocket. He told me to give him the money, which I did, and stepped three feet back and ran like the wind. I am not fucking around with non-retractable 5in serrated knives wielded by a crackhead.
I'm mostly curious on how he was going to hold all three; all in one hand? two in one hand? maybe make it a fair fight and give me one? Lastly I'm curious if hes ever stabbed himself accidentally from those blades, I'd imagine it's a good possibility.
(Fri 16th Jun 2006, 18:05, More)
» Irrational Fears
i hate...
I am afraid of poker (the card game)...
If people ask me to play, i say "no".
(Thu 29th Jan 2004, 21:09, More)
i hate...
I am afraid of poker (the card game)...
If people ask me to play, i say "no".
(Thu 29th Jan 2004, 21:09, More)