How were you raised? In a secure home, in a ghetto, in the burbs? How do you live now? Are you a DICK?
Quote from: Ur1el on March 05, 2010, 04:22:32 AM
How were you raised? In a secure home, in a ghetto, in the burbs? How do you live now? Are you a DICK?
This is gonna get old real quick. :|
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 05, 2010, 04:21:01 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 04:17:20 AM
I am ZULU!
Queen of the Dwarf People!
Translation: SPS is the nugget pron queen of California. She's mad rich.
THIS
Is how I roll.
I was just joking with that last bit. Almost.
Quote from: Ur1el on March 05, 2010, 04:24:07 AM
I was just joking with that last bit. Almost.
Pretty sure nobody cares. You gonna spam like this forever?
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/ee/2005_walking_penis.jpg (nsfw?)
Zulu,
is a DICK
... hungry :( ....
im filthy filthy rich. so there.
Something tells me this noob is not headed for great things.
I can see the Syphalis :x
Quote from: Remington on March 05, 2010, 04:31:32 AM
Something tells me this noob is not headed for great things.
What gave it away?
:lulz:
Dok,
Rich like Davy Crockett.
I LIVE IN A BURRITO !!
BEANCUP!
How are you going to start a topic with the word "poll" in the title and not set up a poll?
I WANT MY VOTE FUCKER!
wasting my time with this bullshit. Ήφαιστος is not happy...
I survive well in my fortress of solitude on a meager yearly sum equal to a graduate stipend. Because it /is/ a graduate stipend.
I live in a box in a vacant lot in Detroit.
but I have 50,000 dollars cash in a sock.
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 04:34:41 AM
I LIVE IN A BURRITO !!
REALLY?! ME TOO! OHMIGOSH, WE'RE TWINZOR NEIGHBORS!
Mistress Freeky,
Having a fail day in the humor department.
Quote from: Lady Grinning Soul on March 05, 2010, 04:54:59 AM
I live in a box in a vacant lot in Detroit.
but I have 50,000 dollars cash in a sock.
Use 20 of those dollars to buy some prime real estate in Detroit.
You're a BAZILLIONAIRE!
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:01:03 AM
Quote from: Lady Grinning Soul on March 05, 2010, 04:54:59 AM
I live in a box in a vacant lot in Detroit.
but I have 50,000 dollars cash in a sock.
Use 20 of those dollars to buy some prime real estate in Detroit.
You're a BAZILLIONAIRE!
good idea. they sell lots of houses for cash these days.
i dun trust the banks dey aren't getting any mo of mah money
banks are not for trusting
like cakes are not for fucking.
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:12:35 AM
banks are not for trusting
like cakes are not for fucking.
wat do you mean?? :x
Quote from: Lady Grinning Soul on March 05, 2010, 05:14:34 AM
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:12:35 AM
banks are not for trusting
like cakes are not for fucking.
wat do you mean?? :x
:lulz: well you wouldn't fuck a cake, right? so why... trust a um, bank.
the two are not related ...... uh...
QUIT FUCKING CAKES!!
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:16:53 AM
Quote from: Lady Grinning Soul on March 05, 2010, 05:14:34 AM
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:12:35 AM
banks are not for trusting
like cakes are not for fucking.
wat do you mean?? :x
:lulz: well you wouldn't fuck a cake, right? so why... trust a um, bank.
the two are not related ...... uh...
QUIT FUCKING CAKES!!
but I CAN'T :x
I know.
They're so soft and... sweet.
The Vag has good taste
VAG IS NOT CAKE AND DOES NOT TASTE SAME! :argh!:
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:24:58 AM
VAG IS NOT CAKE AND DOES NOT TASTE SAME! :argh!:
the cake is a lie.
omg if vag tasted like cake that would be SO AWESOME
Quote from: Fredamir Putin on March 05, 2010, 05:27:27 AM
omg if vag tasted like cake that would be SO AWESOME
I would never leave the house!
Oh god did you htink I actually ment I'd eat it?
I ment it knows good food!
Quote from: Fredamir Putin on March 05, 2010, 05:27:27 AM
omg if vag tasted like cake that would be SO AWESOME
:fap:
Quote from: Ur1el on March 05, 2010, 04:22:32 AM
How were you raised? In a secure home, in a ghetto, in the burbs? How do you live now? Are you a DICK?
Huh? I am not a dick. I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends and my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi.
Quote from: Jason Wabash on March 05, 2010, 05:30:49 AM
Quote from: Ur1el on March 05, 2010, 04:22:32 AM
How were you raised? In a secure home, in a ghetto, in the burbs? How do you live now? Are you a DICK?
Huh? I am not a dick. I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends and my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: Haha! Priceless! Great F'n movie...
Kinda want cake now though...
I have a Ritter Sport. Split it with ya.
Yeah it's not the same! WHADDYA WANT! CUT ME SOME SLACK!
Ima eat this bitch by myself now.
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
I wish I was a whore vag :(
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:41:31 AM
I have a Ritter Sport. Split it with ya.
Yeah it's not the same! WHADDYA WANT! CUT ME SOME SLACK!
Ima eat this bitch by myself now.
STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS!!!!
IT TAKES ME TO FRIGHTENING PLACES :x
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Bets on this all being a sociology experiment?
Quote from: NotPublished on March 05, 2010, 05:50:49 AM
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 05, 2010, 05:41:31 AM
I have a Ritter Sport. Split it with ya.
Yeah it's not the same! WHADDYA WANT! CUT ME SOME SLACK!
Ima eat this bitch by myself now.
STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS!!!!
IT TAKES ME TO FRIGHTENING PLACES :x
Hey man, not my fault you got all bent out of shape cause HEY! MAN! YOU KNOW IT'S JUST NOT FAIR TO DRAG MY MOM INTO THIS.
OK?
I NEVER INSISTED NUFFIN, SHE DRAGGED ME FIRST
she does that.
This momentarily seemed like an interesting topic but it turned out that nobody's replying seriously, so I won't either.
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:50:50 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Oh, well in that case.
SCALPEL!
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on March 05, 2010, 06:10:25 AM
This momentarily seemed like an interesting topic but it turned out that nobody's replying seriously, so I won't either.
i dnt want to get kidnapped for ransom :argh!:
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:14:02 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:50:50 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Oh, well in that case.
SCALPEL!
You're doing it wrong. Rusty garden tools > scalpel.
And just to be fair: I'm low income. Very low.
DON'T JUDGE ME! :argh!:
I EAT PELL GRANTS FOR TEA AND LIVE IN A MANTION.
Quote from: Requia ☣ on March 05, 2010, 05:54:12 AM
Bets on this all being a sociology experiment?
I'd put my money on this.
If I
had any! :rimshot:
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:27:21 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:14:02 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:50:50 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Oh, well in that case.
SCALPEL!
You're doing it wrong. Rusty garden tools > scalpel.
You're such a hoe, Dimo. :rimshot:
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:37:30 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:27:21 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:14:02 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:50:50 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Oh, well in that case.
SCALPEL!
You're doing it wrong. Rusty garden tools > scalpel.
You're such a hoe, Dimo. :rimshot:
That just offended my sensibilities. And, trust me, that's hard to do.
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:30:32 AM
And just to be fair: I'm low income. Very low.
DON'T JUDGE ME! :argh!:
I think the more relevant question is what income demographic you grew up in.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on March 05, 2010, 06:43:00 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:30:32 AM
And just to be fair: I'm low income. Very low.
DON'T JUDGE ME! :argh!:
I think the more relevant question is what income demographic you grew up in.
Oh. We were a lower-middle class family masquerading as a middle-middle class family.
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:39:26 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:37:30 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:27:21 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:14:02 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:50:50 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Oh, well in that case.
SCALPEL!
You're doing it wrong. Rusty garden tools > scalpel.
You're such a hoe, Dimo. :rimshot:
That just offended my sensibilities. And, trust me, that's hard to do.
:D
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:57:55 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:39:26 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:37:30 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 06:27:21 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 06:14:02 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:50:50 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:46:47 AM
Quote from: dimo on March 05, 2010, 05:44:35 AM
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on March 05, 2010, 05:43:22 AM
if vadge tasted like cake I'd never leave my room.
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
HAY DIMO
WANT SOME CAKE? :lulz: :D :wink:
*SHAMELESS WHORING*
Well, you certainly know how to catch a man's attention... HEY! IS THAT CAKE!
well they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...
They're lying to you. The way to mans heart (organ) is through his chest. The way to a man's heart (metaphorical) is through his pance (organ).
Oh, well in that case.
SCALPEL!
You're doing it wrong. Rusty garden tools > scalpel.
You're such a hoe, Dimo. :rimshot:
That just offended my sensibilities. And, trust me, that's hard to do.
:D
Ah, I can't stay mad at ya' :kiss:
TOO MUCH QUOTING
Remember the Metaquote times. Bad times.
This is nothing.
excellent...the device is working...
NO U FRED
I guess sharing is kinda fun.
I grew up out west in an area thats considered pretty shit, but I loved it (St Maries/Mt Druitt for those who know) I want to go back one day and try find my childhood friends, it'll be a nice suprise 8) I grew up in a family of 4, me being the youngest, the 2nd youngest has an age gap of around 13 years from me - anyhow so it was the cheapest area (I think I was actually baby #5, #4 was a miscarriage)
But around .. hmm I guess 10 years, moved to a suburban area - I guess pretty average, up till now I'm in same area - I'm living comfortably.
Middle class for most of my life. My mom's a teacher, the step dad used to be an office drone, and I live in an upper-working class neighborhood (my neighbors are skilled workers, usually. Or cops).
I grew up extremely poor in a going-hungry-sometimes way until I figured out foraging and killing things.
We had a country club membership. :oops:
I grew up in a shitty rural town in BFE where everyone is lower-middle class or below. :|
Quote from: Requia ☣ on March 05, 2010, 05:54:12 AM
Bets on this all being a sociology experiment?
:podpeople:
Okay, fine.
I don't know where my parents are, but I want to say middle-middle, or upper-middle.
I was assembled from spare parts in Bethesda MD as part of Project BITCHHAMMER.
My upbringing was primarily training sessions with occasional release or staged family evironments in both affluent suburban, low income urban, and industrial waste areas.
Despite several early failures and quirks, I was judged the most long term stable and successful product of the Project. This judgement was based on proper critical thinking indoctrination, self reliance (perhaps overdone), articulation, and proper application of selective socipathy.
we went from middle middle to upper middle might even be lower upper now
we'd be richer if i hadnt gone to private school when we could barely afford it and saved instead :lol:
Enrico's childhood home was make from cans of tuna... Enrico still miss that smell.
People wonder why he weep in Piggly Wiggly.
I grew up on a British council estate, my mum was low grade civil servant.
I am not a chav I am not a teenage pregnancy statistic.
Also fuck your bourgiouse class system.
:fuckmittens:
I am an Alpha minus....
I'm so glad I'm an alpha. Grey is such a lovely color.
middle middle class here.
all i can say to this thread is
Beautiful Dirty Rich Rich Baby
:lulz: :lulz:
(http://music-video.com.ua/wp-content/img/lady-gaga-beautiful-dirty-rich_01.jpg)
My dad had money and never spent a dime on my brother and I.
We wore rags to school but were never without food.
How's that.
Quote from: Iptuous on March 05, 2010, 02:34:41 PM
I am an Alpha minus....
I'm so glad I'm an alpha. Grey is such a lovely color.
Thank god someone said that. :lulz: :horrormirth:
Quote from: Richter on March 05, 2010, 01:20:04 PM
I was assembled from spare parts in Bethesda MD as part of Project BITCHHAMMER.
My upbringing was primarily training sessions with occasional release or staged family evironments in both affluent suburban, low income urban, and industrial waste areas.
Despite several early failures and quirks, I was judged the most long term stable and successful product of the Project. This judgement was based on proper critical thinking indoctrination, self reliance (perhaps overdone), articulation, and proper application of selective socipathy.
:mittens:
Parents: both grew up dirt poor, father's side was one of those families who lived in a 3-bedroom, 1-bath with 9 kids, 2 parents and AN EXTRA family besides for most of my dad's childhood, his mom was 5' tall and 300#, his dad a drunk/painter/artist. Good times. Mother's side, both came from farmers in the bootheel region of Missouri, when my gf couldn't get work became a Navy man just in time for Korean War, stayed in through Vietnam, family lived in trailer park this whole time, got work in engineering upon discharge, rose to COO in the Ball/Resdel company, proceeded to lose shirt when company lost its shirt and now lives on fixed income as a retiree.
Parents raised us as middle class...but we were lower middle until I was a teenager. Then my dad somehow became a mogul (through various enterprises built on a ponzi scheme) and then it all was dashed upon the rocks of the legal system, and now everyone but me is going bankrupt.
Quote from: Enrico Salazar on March 05, 2010, 02:13:44 PM
Enrico's childhood home was make from cans of tuna... Enrico still miss that smell.
People wonder why he weep in Piggly Wiggly.
:lulz: Probably because I never grew up around "The Pig" as my great-gma called it, it always made me giggle to see that store and go shopping with her there when we visited.
I have no job and no credit; which was destroyed the last time I was unemployed a year and a half ago. I live in a 2.5 room studio in one of the most shadiest areas of Providence. What does THAT tell you?!
Quote from: Suu on March 05, 2010, 04:32:12 PM
I have no job and no credit; which was destroyed the last time I was unemployed a year and a half ago. I live in a 2.5 room studio in one of the most shadiest areas of Providence. What does THAT tell you?!
YOU A GANGSTA.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 05, 2010, 04:33:11 PM
Quote from: Suu on March 05, 2010, 04:32:12 PM
I have no job and no credit; which was destroyed the last time I was unemployed a year and a half ago. I live in a 2.5 room studio in one of the most shadiest areas of Providence. What does THAT tell you?!
YOU A GANGSTA.
FUCK YEAH!
(http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/gangsta-gangsta.jpg)
:lulz:
HE rolls down the window and starts to say,
"it's all about makin' that Win 2K"
Quote from: Richter on March 05, 2010, 05:41:05 PM
HE rolls down the window and starts to say,
"it's all about makin' that Win 2K"
Great. Now I have coffee on my monitor, keyboard, and crotch. :argh!:
Just to add a bit to what I said earlier, I grew up lower-middle class (thinking about it now, it was probably more lower than middle) but never even realized that we were poor until I was chatting with my bro years later and he said something about "growing up poor." I was like "we didn't grow up poor" after which he went on to cite examples (getting our clothes from Sal's, food shopping at non-chain discount markets etc...) and it hit me that, really, we did grow up poor. That moment was actually a really cool moment for me, because at that point I knew that, whatever happened, I still had the ability to be happy in almost any situation. Although, I think I got too good at it, because now I'm so far in debt because I care so little about money. Not sure how relevant this all is. Just sayin'.
Wealth: Grew up below poverty line. Raised by a single mother whose only income was her art, which was self-taught.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 05, 2010, 05:44:26 PM
Quote from: Richter on March 05, 2010, 05:41:05 PM
HE rolls down the window and starts to say,
"it's all about makin' that Win 2K"
Great. Now I have coffee on my monitor, keyboard, and crotch. :argh!:
AUGH MINE NIPPLES
I enjoy how this thread went from hate, to mockery, to inside jokes, before finally settling down and answering the OP's questions. :p
Quote from: cavehamster on March 05, 2010, 07:37:38 PM
I enjoy how this thread went from hate, to mockery, to inside jokes, before finally settling down and answering the OP's questions. :p
It's all about the order of operations.
Where's the TC anyway?
I don't know exactly how to answer this. My parents are divorced, my mother is crazy (paranoid-schizophrenic), and my father is an expatriate living in germany. On one hand, I have lived in six different states, two different countries, attended something like 13 different elementary schools, three junior highs, and two high schools; on the other, I've been to the Swiss Alps multiple times, I've been all over Europe, and have had some incredibly enriching life experiences.
... but yeah, most of my life, I've been dirt poor. I've lived in some bad neighborhoods, and I've had stints of homelessness as well.
In my adult life, I'd like to think I'm doing pretty well.
We were lower-middle class instead of middle-middle class due to my mother's need to spend $15-25,000.00 a year on travel. You have no idea how pissed I was the first time she sat me down to teach me how to manage personal finances.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 05, 2010, 04:33:11 PM
Quote from: Suu on March 05, 2010, 04:32:12 PM
I have no job and no credit; which was destroyed the last time I was unemployed a year and a half ago. I live in a 2.5 room studio in one of the most shadiest areas of Providence. What does THAT tell you?!
YOU A GANGSTA.
(http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh309/Paesior/SuuWHAT.png?t=1267844562)
Quote from: Ur1el on March 05, 2010, 04:22:32 AM
How were you raised? In a secure home, in a ghetto, in the burbs? How do you live now? Are you a DICK?
That's a difficult question to answer,
I grew up in West Philidelphia, where I was born.
I spent most of my time at the playground, as many of the children in the area did.
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool. Played a lot of b-ball outside of my school.
It wasn't the safest of environments, though. I remember one time I was approached by a couple of guys. I could tell they were up to no good and was immediately suspicious of them as they matched the description of some people who were making trouble in my neighbourhood.
I got into a bit of trouble with these guys and we had something of a brawl. My mother got scared and sent me to live with my aunty and uncle, in Bel-Air. From then on, my life was radically different.
I hope this information helps with your socioLOLgical experiment.
:fresh:
THREAD OVER!