tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824404157052432350.post8270130900311383283..comments2023-10-19T11:21:16.281-04:00Comments on The Girl Can't Help It Vintage Blog: Don't Fear The ReaperKim @ The Girl Can't Help Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02667141640240118846noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824404157052432350.post-40356756068070092952008-10-06T14:57:00.000-04:002008-10-06T14:57:00.000-04:00Oh hush up, WE NEED MORE COW BELL over here. I jus...Oh hush up, WE NEED MORE COW BELL over here. I just aint getting that feeling yet. HA, good times.<BR/><BR/>Yeah I was a crazy bastard when I was in my teens too. I was in a "Gang/set" called North side crew. We were all skins, it was a skin gang, and NO NO NO not the nazi kind either, actually our set claimed to be anti-nazi and we'd beat the fuck outta any nazi skin(s) that came around.<BR/><BR/>Man we did some seriously crazy stuff. One story that sticks out is one night after punk rock club hoppin 3 of us (including me) were drvin home and a car pulled up next to us and started talking shit. The skin in the front passenger seat was the epitome of bad ass. We followed them a few blocks, then pulled behind them at the next available red light. Mr. bad ass fires his way out of our car like a cheeta, goes to the trunk of our car, grabs a baseball bat and knocks out the guys rear window then gets back in the car like it was nothing.<BR/><BR/>Those guys turned the opposite way and we never saw them again.<BR/><BR/>Fucking nuts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com