Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Terry, Robert's best friend from highschool, also a crank "guy". He was our roommate. He was once at the 7-11 (what's in Lacy Lakeview?), doing his laundry. Sitting on the hood of his very[/u) cool Mustang. And just sitting on the hood. And some girl just backed-up, hit him square in the hood, and broke his leg clean off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Broke his leg into meat. I wasn't there. He came back in a day or two. We might have stole his drugs. We super-glued peanuts onto his toes. He got mad. Someone gave him a cane, so he could hit you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Robert once sold some muscle-head some ****. I don't know. His ****. Bathtub crank biker smoothies. This guy came back, ten minutes later, with the needle still hanging out of his arm. He declared Robert's **** bad, and brought a lot of muscle-guys with him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 So then, whatever, that guy left. Got his money back, I guess. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 So, sometimes, we did stuff like that, a lot. We never had guns. No one ever had a gun. Stab you. Could happen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 And we painted (terry's boroke-up) (we were doing a Testors model competition, of which gearheads might want to kill your roommate, with their loserness), We painted dope leaves and "Born To Lose" on his cast. And his lawyer wouldn't allow him in court (Lacy Lakeview!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 My excellent Model T was not judged the winner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 So, we didn't care about Terry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 He broke his leg clean off, and, I guess we just left his clothes at the laundromat. Superglue peanuts to his toes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 (edited) I think it was after. I got strep throat. I had, like, 105* temperature, and all my roomates (we had ten kids living in a one-bedroom apartment) They called Mom. She said I was sick. Sucks to be you. So they called the landlord, so I wouldn't die upstairs. They told them I needed an alcohol rub, to bring my temperature down. So they took a bottle of rubbing alcohol and dumped it on my face. I woke up a couple days later. Edited October 22, 2020 by Huaco Kid Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 It wasn't "strep throat". It was this great girlfriend I had. I would do it again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Bob (my bestest evar biker friend) is at the bottom of the Brazos. Best guess. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 We noticed Bob on the first day of class. Because we were all noobs. Bob walked like a drill sergeant, which he was. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Like, the first week, at the first class, some weird girl was sitting in his seat. Being the drill sergeant he was (I was early 20's, he was 30+, an old mean man), he politely told her that she was in his seat, and the instructor took roll on that. She (a very very hippy girl) said something to him, didn't go over well. He went full blast Full Metal on her. We never saw her again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 When I first met Bob, he had this brilliant red-whit-and-blue Mustang. An Army car. Whatever them dicks do. A ******* cool car. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 I don't know his deal. I had a Harley. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 He wanted a bike sooo bad, that it permeated him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 He traded his car (I don't know what ******* army guys do) for a Triumph chopper. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 It was 3' high, and 12' long. He loved this bike. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Later, Bob said the guy came back because he had crashed the Mustang into a guardrail, and wanted his bike back. So Bob shot him. Bob did that a lot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Bob once went to collect his drug-money, from some guy. Bob was the most mellowest drill Sgt you ever met. He explained, totally, how hungry his children were. The guy dissed him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 So, Bob shot his TV. A .38. He said it was very cool because Barney Rubble kept talking for a minute, before the screen went out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 And only Bob, really really could do this (think Sgt.Carter) He said he walked, a block away, into the Lacy Lakeview police department, put his .38 on the counter, and told them the whole story. His kids are hungry. He owes me money. Bob could do this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 Bob had his 3x12 Triumph. It really was. Way most cool. We were at Bill&Bobs, that's like 5guys now, but we're not gay. So, we ate the best cheeseburgers, eavar, evar, in the world. Grease and goodness included. There were a bunch of kids gathered about Bob's brand new 3x12' bike. It was really the coolest motorcycle ever made. He came out of Bill&Bob's, staggering like John Wayne, and one kid said," That's a really cool motorcycle mister!!!" Bob gave him the good bro- fist bump. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted October 22, 2020 Share Posted October 22, 2020 He kicked his bike two-three times. And it broke in half. Like, right in half. Right in the middle of the frame. All the kids were still gawking at him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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