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[Krewsader]

Ever been to a party/ bonfire that was going good but ther was 'stuff' there and it was in the woods and not alot of people knew about it? We'll happened tonight but with a horrible twist. We were in the woods by the fire and I was standing over a bud who just puked his entire dinner out and almost passed out. Then we here "BlAnKiTTy BaLlAnk(place where I live) POLICE! DON'T RUN!" So what do we do? we sprint like hell! I tripped maybe 5 times untill i heard laughter then picked myself up and I was ontop of a hill maybe 100ft away from the place I started, looked over for my hat and saw people jsut scrambled around, looked over and it was the brother of the person whos house we where at who was laughing who preetended to be the police. I was never scarred more then I was at that time.

So you guys got any good bad party stories?

[Shibby]

The po-po came to my dow', tryin' to trip on my kegga while I be sippin' on a forty of O.E. Pull'd out my piece and dropp'd a bitch

neva ben the same since

[PsylentStorm]

oh the old "freeze its the police" trick. ive never heard of a story where it actually worked.

[Panchovillaa]

yo listen up homes
let me tell you bout the time they stole my van on 24' chromes,
born and raised in west philly, on the playground where I spent most of my days
chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
and we all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
Was getting dressed to impress, grooming my hair
had an invitation to a party of a chick called Anna Sompheir.
Hopped in my van was ready to cruise,
forgot to get my fake ID, prayed they would not peruse.
Stopped by the nearest liquor store,
bought myself some cases.
Had a bad feeling when I saw the frowning faces.
I heard "DUDE they took your van....and the 22's."
I felt enraged, locked up in a cage. But I knew the culprit,
had to keep composure and not ride on my current emotional rollercoaster.
Took my cases and went to the party, saw my opportunity and knew i had to take it.
I ended up fist fighting mr. rogers,
he had taken my van and tried to apologize with a bouquet of flowers.
This encounter, made me look like a grandpa beater.
In n out of jail, hired some midgets to build my underground lair.
was seen as the trouble maker of the neighborhood.
My moms was tired of my behavior , said your going
to your aunty and uncle in Bel - air, catch ya later.

[Kongkiwi]

Originally Posted by Panchovillaa

yo listen up homes
let me tell you bout the time they stole my van on 24' chromes,
born and raised in west philly, on the playground where I spent most of my days
chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
and we all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
Was getting dressed to impress, grooming my hair
had an invitation to a party of a chick called Anna Sompheir.
Hopped in my van was ready to cruise,
forgot to get my fake ID, prayed they would not peruse.
Stopped by the nearest liquor store,
bought myself some cases.
Had a bad feeling when I saw the frowning faces.
I heard "DUDE they took your van....and the 22's."
I felt enraged, locked up in a cage. But I knew the culprit,
had to keep composure and not ride on my current emotional rollercoaster.
Took my cases and went to the party, saw my opportunity and knew i had to take it.
I ended up fist fighting mr. rogers,
he had taken my van and tried to apologize with a bouquet of flowers.
This encounter, made me look like a grandpa beater.
In n out of jail, hired some midgets to build my underground lair.
was seen as the trouble maker of the neighborhood.
My moms was tired of my behavior , said your going
to your aunty and uncle in Bel - air, catch ya later.

Wow, uncanny, me too.....wierd huh??

[KnifeHeavy]

Well this one time - went to a bonfire in a soon to be completed neighborhood.
Everything started out all well and good around 50-100 peeps - mostly underage - drinking and smookin - da man was called and busted it up - dude had a 24" bong in his car clearly visible and no one would lay claim to it. Now, this is a story all about how, My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute, Just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air, In west Philadelphia born and raised, On the playground was where I spent most of my days, Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school, When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good (kiwi^-^!!!), Startin making trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle (pancho!) in Bel Air'

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror, If anything I can say this cab is rare, But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later (TimmydaSmellyHAT)', I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

[ArgonV]

Hmm... What comes to mind now: I was trying to convince a guy that being dumped by his boyfriend wasn't worth drowning himself in the pond. Which was only kneedeep, but I wasn't really thinking clearly then Neither was he.

But anyway, the really bad thing that happened, was a girl who smoked and drank so much, that she decided to find out what was harder, her head or the wall, she decided to charge at the wall, head first, at such a speed that we had to call and ambulance. She had such a concussion that she had to miss two weeks of classes.