their coming for you

[phacemeltar]

http://pix11.com/2016/08/04/crime-families-mobsters-arrested-genovese-gambino-luchese-bonanno/

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/03/world/asia/philippines-duterte-drug-killing.html?_r=0


it starts in the slums and works its way up. id suggest publicly repenting for all the ignorant shit you documented on the internet.

[Csihar]

Is the horrible spelling mistake in the title on purpose or are you really a terrible human being with a diseased soul that doesn't know the difference between there/their/theyre?

Just wondering.

[phacemeltar]

D3finitely 4 shockvalue

[phacemeltar]

Grammar Nazis are some of the lowest forms of human life, and I would like them to skip this thread

[phacemeltar]

Elitism based on knowledge of what is taught in the public education system should be frowned upon.

[maskedmelon]

Improper reflexive pronoun usage burns my button.

[Csihar]

Grammar Nazis are some of the lowest forms of human life, and I would like them to skip this thread

But they're not lower than people who make these horrible spelling errors though, am I right? :)

[phacemeltar]

But they're not lower than people who make these horrible spelling errors though, am I right? :)

I think you're wrong. Grammar is a prison...

[AzzarTheGod]

couple clicks up the block from Pasquale's theres the North Bronx Athletic Club, it has "squash courts" in the back, and 3-4 tables up front in the wall-sized full glass windows.

Was all these guido motherfuckers in track suits sitting 3-4 at a table very intently focused on their cards. (We were positive it wasn't a real athletic club, and it had absolutely no "membership" outside of wiseguys and their friends). They would be there every night, every weekday, every weekend all night. What kind of athletic club is open all night? Esp a squash court.


On the way to the bars at Fordham University we'd be loaded up at midnight or so and dare this crazy nerd to go in there and tell them hes looking to get a membership.

If I really pressured him he would have done it. But even just the thought of walking right by the big glass window and this even being contemplated was fucking hilarious to us at the time as kids. That's that young shit. As an adult, there is nothing funny about playing a prank on wiseguys and getting your friend potentially punched in the face or worse.



I should have put some money up and bodycammed up this nerd and sent him in on drugs. "hay guyths I wanted 2 join your athletic club. can I get a tour of the squash court?". Yeah pal we'll take u to the squash court, *dents nerds head in*

A few nights later at about 2 AM or so we saw them unloading some random stuff (golfing bags mostly) and then 2 Louisville sluggers just at random and thrown into another car. I was like yeah those are for you kid (to this crazy nerd that was with us)

Also have dined 3 tables away from 2 of the Capos mentioned in that story back in 2005-2006. We got called out as the only Irish guys (none of us are 100% Irish some of us have jet black hair but they still somehow called it) in the backroom over the loudspeaker by the domo of ceremonies or whatever the Italian word is for dinner entertainer.

For some reason they put us in the "main room" with the boss and his friends I guess because we were dressed in Versace jackets and had gold chains on and we were posturing with some Sopranos gimmick swagger for the jokes since we were on Arthur Ave. We thought this was funny.

The dinner entertainer/singer asked each of us to dance, one at a fucking time...I was hoping this nerd was going to get up and I pressured him to get up. I was like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck we cant dance, we don't even belong in this room to begin with. The boss in the corner is fucking ice-grilling us, we were sweating fucking bullets. The entertainer referred to us as these Irish guys over here despite trying to look as Italian as possible with the guiney gold, the Versace, and slicked hair.

We got our card pulled and punked pretty fucking hard despite pulling our best effort to blend in. I remember the host talking to the boss at one point, probably asking why the fuck these wannabes were in his section with all the "adults".

[Ahldagor]

I think you're wrong. Grammar is a prison...

Nah, grammar is the basis for human thought derived by philosophers from patterns in poetry. Ever do the wikipedia game where you click the first blue text link starting in a random article without repeating one? You always end up at philosophy.

[Csihar]

In all seriousness, I'm not a grammar Nazi. I try to spell correctly (especially since English is not my first language) but that's a personal thing. This isn't about 'cemetary' or 'definitaly' type of mistakes and I wouldn't correct those (unless I know the person appreciates it).

It's not even about knowing when to use 'affect' or 'effect'. It's solely about:

its/it's
their/there/theyre

These are not difficult. This is about the same knowledge level as knowing 5 comes after 4. If you don't spell those correctly you're just lazy as fuck. You don't care at all about correct usage, you just don't try. You don't care about communicating properly and I just don't like your face because of it.

To each their own though and I'm just being a dick. Not all that serious. Only 49% serious that I want you to die.

[AzzarTheGod]

couple clicks up the block from Pasquale's theres the North Bronx Athletic Club, it has "squash courts" in the back, and 3-4 tables up front in the wall-sized full glass windows.

Was all these guido motherfuckers in track suits sitting 3-4 at a table very intently focused on their cards. (We were positive it wasn't a real athletic club, and it had absolutely no "membership" outside of wiseguys and their friends). They would be there every night, every weekday, every weekend all night. What kind of athletic club is open all night? Esp a squash court.


On the way to the bars at Fordham University we'd be loaded up at midnight or so and dare this crazy nerd to go in there and tell them hes looking to get a membership.

If I really pressured him he would have done it. But even just the thought of walking right by the big glass window and this even being contemplated was fucking hilarious to us at the time as kids. That's that young shit. As an adult, there is nothing funny about playing a prank on wiseguys and getting your friend potentially punched in the face or worse.



I should have put some money up and bodycammed up this nerd and sent him in on drugs. "hay guyths I wanted 2 join your athletic club. can I get a tour of the squash court?". Yeah pal we'll take u to the squash court, *dents nerds head in*

A few nights later at about 2 AM or so we saw them unloading some random stuff (golfing bags mostly) and then 2 Louisville sluggers just at random and thrown into another car. I was like yeah those are for you kid (to this crazy nerd that was with us)

Also have dined 3 tables away from 2 of the Capos mentioned in that story back in 2005-2006. We got called out as the only Irish guys (none of us are 100% Irish some of us have jet black hair but they still somehow called it) in the backroom over the loudspeaker by the domo of ceremonies or whatever the Italian word is for dinner entertainer.

For some reason they put us in the "main room" with the boss and his friends I guess because we were dressed in Versace jackets and had gold chains on and we were posturing with some Sopranos gimmick swagger for the jokes since we were on Arthur Ave. We thought this was funny.

The dinner entertainer/singer asked each of us to dance, one at a fucking time...I was hoping this nerd was going to get up and I pressured him to get up. I was like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck we cant dance, we don't even belong in this room to begin with. The boss in the corner is fucking ice-grilling us, we were sweating fucking bullets. The entertainer referred to us as these Irish guys over here despite trying to look as Italian as possible with the guiney gold, the Versace, and slicked hair.

We got our card pulled and punked pretty fucking hard despite pulling our best effort to blend in. I remember the host talking to the boss at one point, probably asking why the fuck these wannabes were in his section with all the "adults".

Anyone else done anything cool like this as kids? You know, get out in the real world and create some memories and have a lil fun?

Didn't think so, Napolean Dynamites. Try living life or moving out of your shitty Ohio town of 150 people.

Oops. Too late! ur old