so_gangk
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allright so i have a wee story that i would like to share with you ns,
as a child i grew up in a semi rural community and we had free roam about the hills to the beach, trespassing in backyards anything we wanted to do we could. adventures were plentiful, a hobby of me and my mates was to throw fruit at cars. this progressed over the years to water bombs then dirt clods and eventually (and in hindsight stupidly) rocks. we loved this activity but as we became teenagers we wanted to go to the city, skateboard and be general scumbags. recently we realized that we were scumbags in town and decided to get back to our roots.
so i gathered my two of my closest friends one a maori and the other grew up with maoris. the three of us all thought that it would be an awesome idea to create our own fun and started mischievous activities, we did the fishing rod hand bag trick for hours and tricked many a person although soon enough this got old and we were hungry but there were only rotten apples at my friends house. the apples were soon bundled up and a stall was set up on the side of the road, large profits were made. off to get fish and chips were strolled. after we had finished our meal it was getting late and after such a fun filled day we arranged one last activity. we were to chuck plums at cars, upon arrival to our hiding spot above the road the realisation was soon made that there were no plums (or dirt clods and we weren't going to walk miles to get our water bombs only for them to either pop or an impromptu water fight to start) we picked up rocks and crouched stealthily awaiting our first victim.
"zooooommm!" a car rushed past and lets call him mike missed. a minute or so later a truck roared past "clunk!" "doof" "bang" all of us scored ten points. the truck driver continued unfazed as i guess it was not his truck. we crouched down and waited. it wasn't long until another car passed, lets say josh scored the car right in the door. next minute we hear screeching tyres and and then an then saw the car drive past again. mike would of hit it again had me and josh not stop him. the car continued back were it came from.
ten minutes lated we decide its safe to start throwing rocks again. i ripped one as hard as i can at the next car that came our way, turns out it was the car we sconned before. i got it clean on the roof this time but the car continued on its merry way. in another ten minutes we saw said car coming back round the road josh thought that this was an excellent chance to fuck this guy off even more. it would of been but then we saw that the cops were following them. by this time its dark and nearly ten at night. they pull into the closest lay by area and start searching for the culprits of this disastrous crime. and so we're running and we're running up a steep hill. i mean we are scared like nearly crapping ourselves, not scared of the police catching us but the police catching us and making us tell our mothers what we had done. i gap over a random fence and hide in this guys backyard and hiss at josh and mike to get here too. we all get down and our heartbeats are sounding like sasquarch feet, thundering shaking the concrete. after waiting there for half an hour we see a flashlight and a person poking his cheeky wee head over the fence. it was the cop! we thought we were done. luckily for us he didn't locate us and went back down the hill. then we ran and ran and ran. dogs started barking and then we thought for sure that we were caught, alas it was not so. josh dived into a gorse bush and me and mike were quick to follow. from this new location we could see the road. we saw the cop leaving and all together we let out a sigh of relief started dancing and yelling "ftp" and "we are so fucking awesome, we outsmarted those fucking pigs!"
then we ran back to mikes house and locked the door and slept.
the end
spark notes me and two mates throw rocks at car cops come we out smart them.
thank you for reading and here is my fav ski edit just incase you didnt like my story so that my thread wasnt a complete waste of your time
BTV-3 DA GILLHOUSE N.Z. from FD Wear on Vimeo.
as a child i grew up in a semi rural community and we had free roam about the hills to the beach, trespassing in backyards anything we wanted to do we could. adventures were plentiful, a hobby of me and my mates was to throw fruit at cars. this progressed over the years to water bombs then dirt clods and eventually (and in hindsight stupidly) rocks. we loved this activity but as we became teenagers we wanted to go to the city, skateboard and be general scumbags. recently we realized that we were scumbags in town and decided to get back to our roots.
so i gathered my two of my closest friends one a maori and the other grew up with maoris. the three of us all thought that it would be an awesome idea to create our own fun and started mischievous activities, we did the fishing rod hand bag trick for hours and tricked many a person although soon enough this got old and we were hungry but there were only rotten apples at my friends house. the apples were soon bundled up and a stall was set up on the side of the road, large profits were made. off to get fish and chips were strolled. after we had finished our meal it was getting late and after such a fun filled day we arranged one last activity. we were to chuck plums at cars, upon arrival to our hiding spot above the road the realisation was soon made that there were no plums (or dirt clods and we weren't going to walk miles to get our water bombs only for them to either pop or an impromptu water fight to start) we picked up rocks and crouched stealthily awaiting our first victim.
"zooooommm!" a car rushed past and lets call him mike missed. a minute or so later a truck roared past "clunk!" "doof" "bang" all of us scored ten points. the truck driver continued unfazed as i guess it was not his truck. we crouched down and waited. it wasn't long until another car passed, lets say josh scored the car right in the door. next minute we hear screeching tyres and and then an then saw the car drive past again. mike would of hit it again had me and josh not stop him. the car continued back were it came from.
ten minutes lated we decide its safe to start throwing rocks again. i ripped one as hard as i can at the next car that came our way, turns out it was the car we sconned before. i got it clean on the roof this time but the car continued on its merry way. in another ten minutes we saw said car coming back round the road josh thought that this was an excellent chance to fuck this guy off even more. it would of been but then we saw that the cops were following them. by this time its dark and nearly ten at night. they pull into the closest lay by area and start searching for the culprits of this disastrous crime. and so we're running and we're running up a steep hill. i mean we are scared like nearly crapping ourselves, not scared of the police catching us but the police catching us and making us tell our mothers what we had done. i gap over a random fence and hide in this guys backyard and hiss at josh and mike to get here too. we all get down and our heartbeats are sounding like sasquarch feet, thundering shaking the concrete. after waiting there for half an hour we see a flashlight and a person poking his cheeky wee head over the fence. it was the cop! we thought we were done. luckily for us he didn't locate us and went back down the hill. then we ran and ran and ran. dogs started barking and then we thought for sure that we were caught, alas it was not so. josh dived into a gorse bush and me and mike were quick to follow. from this new location we could see the road. we saw the cop leaving and all together we let out a sigh of relief started dancing and yelling "ftp" and "we are so fucking awesome, we outsmarted those fucking pigs!"
then we ran back to mikes house and locked the door and slept.
the end
spark notes me and two mates throw rocks at car cops come we out smart them.
thank you for reading and here is my fav ski edit just incase you didnt like my story so that my thread wasnt a complete waste of your time
BTV-3 DA GILLHOUSE N.Z. from FD Wear on Vimeo.
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