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bizarre A drug dealer forced into wearing a skirt and beaten on the street
- Thread starter Florence
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The perps aint gay though.
Grand Mal Caesar
It's ALIVE!!! Shoot it again!
I was set to agree with you then I recalled the time I pantsed a dude because he punched me in the nose when I was about 10 or 11 years old. It was the kid next door who was 14. It was me, him and a few girls hanging out in my backyard. We were all between 5th and 8th grade. I don't remember the circumstance that lead to the punch but he was very sorry about it. Mostly because he upset the girls I assume. He said I could do whatever back to him.
He expected that I was just going to do the same in return. But at that age, I already understood the power of humiliation over violence in certain situations. He's standing there with his eyes closed waiting for a punch to the nose. Then a moment later his shorts are around his ankles, which is all he had on. The girls were all yelling at him for punching me and then the yelling suddenly turned to laughter.
It was the only time in my life I ever pulled another dude's pants down and there was absolutely nothing gay about it except for the laughter which followed. If I had chosen violence instead I would have punched him in the solar plexus. He liked one of the girls and that was the reason I chose humiliation over violence. What could be more embarrassing to a teenage boy than standing there with his willy in the wind and girls laughing?
I can only imagine the horror of standing there, eyes closed waiting for a punch to the nose and then... "foof!" Your shorts are around your ankles accompanied by laughter. I still laugh after many years. I'm glad my old man had the good sense to instill into me the importance of well fastened pants when I was a wee lad so stuff like that couldn't happen to me.
