06-12-2004, 11:47 PM
Quote:Originally posted by Hawt Baux
I was in 5th grade. My homeroom teacher brought a TV into his room and during recess a bunch of people went in to watch it.
That wasn't ten years ago.
I remember , I was at an 8th grade graduation party, in the basement of this kid who lived in the rich section of the island. It was all dark, and he had a dj for the thirty of us, as well as a pool table. All the girls were huddled near the dj, while all the guys gradually congregated around a tv in the corner, while the party's host was trying to turn it off and have people do the limbo.
This was a period of my life where I had not discovered the joy of watching pro basketball. In fact, a year later, I began my love affair with the New York Knicks. I was missing out on seeing my future love in the NBA Finals, with a lead.
At some point, I glimpsed over, and they showed a white bronco running down a highway. It then switched back to the game. Back and forth. It was OJ, and he was on the run. We spent the rest of the party looking at a white bronco.
I had no girlfriend at the time who could go and suck off someone else, so that was good.
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Fuck what you heard.
http://www.thejays.org/
Fuck what you heard.
http://www.thejays.org/