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Joey Gold


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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 31
Sign: Gemini

City: SAN DIEGO
State: CALIFORNIA
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/29/2004

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Wednesday, May 31, 2006 

Current mood:  productive
Watched Fists of fury the other day, and man was i ready to kick some stuff afterwards. Havent felt that way in a long time. That feeling of wanting to go out in the backyard and kick some wood or one inch punch an aluminium shed. The backyard used to be good for that kind of stuff. I havent had a backyard for some time now and I havent really missed it either, that is until just the other day, when Bruce was stomping gangs of chinese coke dealers into the soil and pausing for a second after each finishing move. .....pause.....Man Bruce Lee was bad as they come!
You know, the thing for Martial arts hype, is stryofoam. I've done some serious destroying in my youth but never was it so terrible as when my enemies were of the white styrofoam variety. I'd kick the shit out of them, there wouldn't be any thing left of these evil doers when I was done with them. The wind would blow their remains all over the backyard and I would punch the dust as it flew by me speckeled wth white. I dont even know where all this styrofoam came from, we weren't buying any electronics or kitchen appliances or anything else that might be packed away in a potential arch enemy, yet still there seemed to be no end to the army of stiff white foam. So, of course, there was no end to the amount of crushing I had to hand out, smashing was something that had to be done, and I liked it too. I wouldn't even let my friends around when it came time to break something over my knee, I couldnt share in the glory, I basked in the complete carnage that statically hung to my fists and clothing. It blew away one particle at a time as I walked back into the house a victor over my enemies. I would celebrate my latest victory with a shasta, (because moms always bought shasta for you and real coke for themselves) I'd sit down on the soft brown couch against the wall and fight the bite of carbonation on my taste buds and brush the tiny fragments of my rivals off of my knuckle hairs. A smile and a shasta and white snow drifts by the arcadia door..... even in the summer.
shelby

 
Remember that time you kicked the shit out of the styrofoam board behind the Pho restaurant? We were beginning a trivial pursuit game in the car, when you spotted your enemy lying beside the back of the restaurant. Full of pho noodles and violent aggression, you lept from the passenger seat, and before the car door swung shut you were demolishing the foam like a raging beast. You crushed and stomped and ripped and tore your way through the pile, until satisfied, you came walking back to the idling car. You took your place in the passenger seat once again, yet something was changed about you, your demeanor....it was the sweet smell of Victory eminating from your pits, and Champion written across your face. I pulled out of the parking lot, and as the car joined the street traffic, a styrofoam snow petal drifted to the asphalt. A bird chirped. Then - silence.  
 
Posted by shelby on Thursday, June 01, 2006 - 6:50 PM
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Arashi-san send me the link. This was cool, Joey. Very cool. And Shelby's reply wuzza cherry on top.
 
Posted by Kung Fu Pimp on Friday, June 02, 2006 - 9:13 AM
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