AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I could name so many if I hadn't repressed them.

If you repress enough while young, it can trigger Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Fooflyer, you may have it.

I think I'm more of the "Loner Sydrome".

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like 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
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way
She gave me a facebattle and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

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 that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah 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'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Trennicus wrote:When my dad was walking our dog a few years back, she got attacked by another dog. She had a good chunk of skin missing, and she needed surgery.

After that was done, my dad went over to the people who owned the dog. When my dad told them what happened, the dad said, in front of his children, 'It wasn't my dog. It was probably someone else' dog.'

Also, elementary school kids were assholes. They threw footballs at my face.

That's horrible. :[ Something similar almost happened to my best friend's dog, but she managed to pull her dog away from the other before it could do real damage. When we told them their dog was attacking others and should be looked after, they told us "That's not our dog." It was tied up in their front lawn, without a fence. WTF?

The worst I had in elementary school was being smashed right in the back of a head with a soccerball and falling face first into the mud. Then the kids dogpiled on me because the ball had landed on my back. I wasn't even playing.

How about getting smashed in the knees by some nuicance of a flesh-puppet, falling down with my head a few 30 cm away from the ball and some junky deciding that apparently my head is too the ball.

I think I broke that guy's arm or leg or wrist or something.

scebboaliwiw wrote:[SNIP]

Yeah, I do wonder why you put that one up instead, especially as its only questionably jerky (keep in mind that the other person may have thought you were the jerk here by ensuring that the pin isn't placed on anyone properly involved, ruining the fun)

Fooflyer wrote:I think I broke that guy's arm or leg or wrist or something.

Protip: don't say you purposefully broke somebody's bones in a Complain About Jerks thread. Especially for your case, where all you got was a kick in the head.

Plasma wrote:

Fooflyer wrote:I think I broke that guy's arm or leg or wrist or something.

Protip: don't say you purposefully broke somebody's bones in a Complain About Jerks thread. Especially for your case, where all you got was a kick in the head.

Kick in the head can result in permanent brain damage or death.

Broken arm? Sure it's painful; maybe he caused some permanent damage. Still, even kids know better than to aim for the head.

Phoenix wrote:

Plasma wrote:

Fooflyer wrote:I think I broke that guy's arm or leg or wrist or something.

Protip: don't say you purposefully broke somebody's bones in a Complain About Jerks thread. Especially for your case, where all you got was a kick in the head.

Kick in the head can result in permanent brain damage or death.

That being said, I'm gonna take a wild shot here and say that didn't happen in this case.

I have a simular story to Star's.
When I was 13 after my parents got divorced me, my mom and my sister moved to a really shitty neighbourhood. It was alright at first, untill my sister started acting strange, and not wanting to leave the house alone. She is 4 years older then me, but she has Aspberger's Syndrome and is autistic, but she would always go on walks. After a while she finally told us that a group of kids were tormenting her and bullying her. We found that the main kids lived two houses down from us so my mom talked to the parents. Well that night our house got egged, and a week later my sister got jumped.
But of course the one kid was stupid and bragged about it to everyone who would listen, and he made the stupid mistake of bragging to me.
After I was done with him they left us alone. Luckily I had a clean record, and they were well on the way to being 2nd generation welfare claimers.


And I had flowers stolen from me too.

zombiejesus wrote:I have a simular story to Star's.
When I was 13 after my parents got divorced me, my mom and my sister moved to a really shitty neighbourhood. It was alright at first, untill my sister started acting strange, and not wanting to leave the house alone. She is 4 years older then me, but she has Aspberger's Syndrome and is autistic, but she would always go on walks. After a while she finally told us that a group of kids were tormenting her and bullying her. We found that the main kids lived two houses down from us so my mom talked to the parents. Well that night our house got egged, and a week later my sister got jumped.
But of course the one kid was stupid and bragged about it to everyone who would listen, and he made the stupid mistake of bragging to me.
After I was done with him they left us alone. Luckily I had a clean record, and they were well on the way to being 2nd generation welfare claimers.


And I had flowers stolen from me too.

One.

It's ASPERGER'S Syndrome. Not assburgwers or aspbergers.
Two, Asperger's Syndrome is part of the autistic spectrum, so it's the same daisies thing.

I don't like having it, I also don't like other people fucking it up.

SBKT wrote:

zombiejesus wrote:I have a simular story to Star's.
When I was 13 after my parents got divorced me, my mom and my sister moved to a really shitty neighbourhood. It was alright at first, untill my sister started acting strange, and not wanting to leave the house alone. She is 4 years older then me, but she has Aspberger's Syndrome and is autistic, but she would always go on walks. After a while she finally told us that a group of kids were tormenting her and bullying her. We found that the main kids lived two houses down from us so my mom talked to the parents. Well that night our house got egged, and a week later my sister got jumped.
But of course the one kid was stupid and bragged about it to everyone who would listen, and he made the stupid mistake of bragging to me.
After I was done with him they left us alone. Luckily I had a clean record, and they were well on the way to being 2nd generation welfare claimers.


And I had flowers stolen from me too.

One.

It's ASPERGER'S Syndrome. Not assburgwers or aspbergers.
Two, Asperger's Syndrome is part of the autistic spectrum, so it's the same daisies thing.

I don't like having it, I also don't like other people fucking it up.

Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect at all to anyone who has it. I typed it out on my phone and I have no spell check.
I mean, tell a story of how I stuck up for someone with Asperger's Syndrome and get attacked for spelling it wrong, and for trying to explain to those who don't know what it is, and stupidly chose the wrong words.
But sorry for offending you, even if it was by mistake.

I probably would've spelled it wrong too, and I also would've beaten the shit out of that kid. What an asshole.

In the first quarter of this school year, we were doing basketball (which wasn't so bad) and rather than walk over to the track, we do several laps around the basketball courts.

Of course, the basketball courts are right next to the tennis courts, so we all have to run in a huge group in a straight line because there's not much room.

Anyway, there's several benches (which were metal, by the way) along the way that we've gotta avoid. Somebody pushed me toward one of the benches, and I ended up falling and hitting my head, and getting an injury my knee. (There's a scar there now)

I was in the nurse's office later and my friend Diana told me who did it.
I have been terrorizing this person ever since, and I'm wondering if I should post some of it in the Gray Area thread...

Yeili wrote:In the first quarter of this school year, we were doing basketball (which wasn't so bad) and rather than walk over to the track, we do several laps around the basketball courts.

Of course, the basketball courts are right next to the tennis courts, so we all have to run in a huge group in a straight line because there's not much room.

Anyway, there's several benches (which were metal, by the way) along the way that we've gotta avoid. Somebody pushed me toward one of the benches, and I ended up falling and hitting my head, and getting an injury my knee. (There's a scar there now)

I was in the nurse's office later and my friend Diana told me who did it.
I have been terrorizing this person ever since, and I'm wondering if I should post some of it in the Gray Area thread...

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