So I'm in Plymoth, Michigan one day, and it's late. I'm this kinda tall guy, I'm hungry, drunk, and I haven't shaven in weeks. So I'm walking past this diner, when I see this guy (couldn't have been older than 20) walking to his car. Being the ruffian I am, I decide this guy has money that I rightly deserve. So I come up behind him when he ain't looking, and bust out the trusty old switchknife.
Snick, right against his throat.
"Give me your money." I says. He tells me he doesn't have lint in his pocket, much less cash.
"Shit." I say, and hightail it out of there. Thankfully, after that dreadful experience, I moved by to Texas, went to high school, and am the happy message board poster you know today.
Anybody else got any stories to share?
Snick, right against his throat.
"Give me your money." I says. He tells me he doesn't have lint in his pocket, much less cash.
"Shit." I say, and hightail it out of there. Thankfully, after that dreadful experience, I moved by to Texas, went to high school, and am the happy message board poster you know today.
Anybody else got any stories to share?





