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I was riding my bike on Kent Ave when two preppy looking, sissy white guys, also on bikes stopped me and said “What are you looking at? You gave us a dirty look”.
I told them to fuck off. They started to boast how they were going to kick my ass and steal my bike. I called them douche bags and said if they were going to do anything they would have done it already.
lol. wtf?
*roB*
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I’ve only had things stolen from inside my apartment; typically after a night of drinking and bad decisions as to whom to go home with!!!!
LMFAO! do tricks actually steal shit? this is why i always travel. im the worst person to have over tho, i giggle and make jokes but when the penis comes out i do not want to touch it.
*rob*
arkady, what creativity on all participants!
Yes. Davenport was a brand.
In 1963 I was on the subway – one of the cars that still had basket-weave benches facing each other. A messenger got on & sat opposite me. He had two stacks of cardboard boxes tied with string into little towers that he set either side of himself so he had almost a private compartment. He unzipped & I realized what he was doing so I gathered the hem of my tee shirt & pretended I was going to strip. He was stupified & got off (the train) at the next stop.
that’s better. I was going to mention that last option which is the classier. You restored my faith in your gaydom. Got a little worried.
Sofa seems more a modern word….my grandmother called it davenport (was that a brand name once?), we called it couch.
Also settee or settle sometimes used mostly with mission furniture in my experience.
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Stop all of this ridiculous bravado about where you all lived in NYC that was crime ridden. I live in Bed Stuy….do or die.
lol. my grandmother insists that where i live is the ghetto. im like, really it’s not at all. she doesnt believe me. i told her im probably the most ghetto person on my block, she still doesnt believe me. she lives in a section 8 infested apartment building in the south and she thinks where i live is dangerous. it’s all relative, seriously. there is a man in her complex who keeps hitting her up, im like omg just go on a fucking date with him already you talk about him ALL THE TIME! hahahah
*rob*
About a month ago, I was riding my bike on Kent Ave when two preppy looking, sissy white guys, also on bikes stopped me and said “What are you looking at? You gave us a dirty look”.
I can’t even begin to form an image of this in my mind. I’m picturing Biff with his murse and Carson Kressley or whatever his name is.
DCB has dealt with divorce lawyers. Preppy, sissy white boys on bikes pose no threat.