Long story, I'll ty to shorten it. My friend Chris' step sister knew his older brother and their step sister (who is pretty hot I might ad) somehow. Well, she threw a party at their house while Chris' dad and stepmom were out of town and invited Houston's older brother and he in turn invited douchebag Houston. I remember when we pulled up I to Chris' house Houston's truck was out front (I didn't know it was his though). I was talking to Chris about how nice his truck looked. We go inside yada yada, skip ahead about 30 min. At the time I had a '93 F-150 on 39 inch Iroks that was my pride and joy. It wasn't a Benz S-class or anything, and it did have some dents and dings, but regardless, it was my pride and joy. The next thing I know, Houston is in the corner jack jawing his fucking bitch mouth asking who has the huge piece of crap hick mobile out front. I started getting pissed and wanted to beat his ass. His brother goes "oh, he's just drunk," and Dana (Chris' step sister who was having the party) asked me to please not start a fight. So trying to not start a fist fight, I asked him why he was talking shit about my truck. He started saying oh if you want a real truck, get a Silverado like mine or a Harley F-150 like I used to have. Blah, blah, blah, he talked more shit. A few of my buddies that were there told him to STFU. Pretty much the end of story. He got his though. About a week later, he got jumped and beat to shit by some Collins Hill kids that he was talking shit to.Originally Posted by VooDooXII
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