Online Poker Race War
I like to play online poker via a Facebook app...
I enter and two guys are flaming up an alleged gay guy calling him every slanderous word in the book...
So I jump in just for shiggles... here are some of the highlights (Names changed to protect the real gangstas)
Me- for someone calling other people gay, you certainly have a nice baby belly (in reference to his profile pic- a close up of his abs)
Douchebag #2- Jerry, how's the 80s leather jacket holding up, fag? (in reference of my profile pic... me in my leather jacket after a gig)
Me- It's holding up pretty well, how's your Wal-mart cell phone and MySpace mirror shot working out for ya (in reference to his well... wal-mart cell phone and MySpace mirror shot)
Douchebag #1- Yo, Jerry, tell your mom to stop distracting me
Me- My mom prefers a much bigger dick
Douchebag #2- that ain't right- that's fucked up
Me- If people are gonna start talking trash about my mom, I want in on that shit
Douchebag #2- Yo, Jerry, bitches get killed talking that shit up in here
Me- Really? You mean, they don't sit around all night playing online poker? I'm big baallllin' busting out my fake chips on Facebook/MySpace/iPhone! Werd to your ISP providers.
Douchebag #1- You're a fag.
Me- It's after midnight, don't you gotta work on your street cred?
Douchebag #2- Our street cred is aight, but you need to work on yours
Me- Aight, I'm out to knock up some bitches, say it wasn't me, then end up on Maury. Lates.
(pronunciation and proper spelling added to prevent confusion... Ebonics doesn't always translate well over the internet... I also cut out the places where they threw in some more "fag"s, "you're gay"s and "fuck you"s for the sake of space... you hear it once, you can imagine it the other fifty times)
I remember when online trash talking was an art...
I enter and two guys are flaming up an alleged gay guy calling him every slanderous word in the book...
So I jump in just for shiggles... here are some of the highlights (Names changed to protect the real gangstas)
Me- for someone calling other people gay, you certainly have a nice baby belly (in reference to his profile pic- a close up of his abs)
Douchebag #2- Jerry, how's the 80s leather jacket holding up, fag? (in reference of my profile pic... me in my leather jacket after a gig)
Me- It's holding up pretty well, how's your Wal-mart cell phone and MySpace mirror shot working out for ya (in reference to his well... wal-mart cell phone and MySpace mirror shot)
Douchebag #1- Yo, Jerry, tell your mom to stop distracting me
Me- My mom prefers a much bigger dick
Douchebag #2- that ain't right- that's fucked up
Me- If people are gonna start talking trash about my mom, I want in on that shit
Douchebag #2- Yo, Jerry, bitches get killed talking that shit up in here
Me- Really? You mean, they don't sit around all night playing online poker? I'm big baallllin' busting out my fake chips on Facebook/MySpace/iPhone! Werd to your ISP providers.
Douchebag #1- You're a fag.
Me- It's after midnight, don't you gotta work on your street cred?
Douchebag #2- Our street cred is aight, but you need to work on yours
Me- Aight, I'm out to knock up some bitches, say it wasn't me, then end up on Maury. Lates.
(pronunciation and proper spelling added to prevent confusion... Ebonics doesn't always translate well over the internet... I also cut out the places where they threw in some more "fag"s, "you're gay"s and "fuck you"s for the sake of space... you hear it once, you can imagine it the other fifty times)
I remember when online trash talking was an art...