Dan almost got an ass kickin by a midget
just think
Dan..
..if it wern't
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buddies, you mighta
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teabaged by a midget
....................guhhhnnnnkkk! but in all seriousness, if it were in Norman and in the mid to late 70s and early 80s and in a bar, then it was probably this mean as a fucked over lion of a midget named George Icantrememberhislastname, he was a bad assed little midget that used to hang around in the bars, full nudie joints and poolhalls, he was a hell of a pool shot (had an eye level of the game), used to shoot pool with him nearly everytime I went to the poolhall with my dad, we used to play for the price of the time, .50cents an hour, taught me how to play some pretty decent pool.........................................................................
heres a funny but very true story, I seen it with my own eyes at the H&H poolhall on east main when I was a kid, if any of you guys play dominoes for money then you know that the second row of the score is called the "peter row" and if you don't score past the second row before your opponent scores out and wins then you gotta show your peter, well back in the old days all the poolhall dudes drank and played, so it turns out they were playing four hand dominoes for $5 a seat and the midget George beats my dad and pops didn't get offa the peter row so George says hey you gotta show me your peter and my pops tells him to fuck off and George starts throwin a fit, but he calms down when the owner tells him to knocked the shit off...........................................So, sometime in the late afternoon George is playing on a different table and my pops walks up behind him and stands......nobodies sayin nothing so George don't know, my pops then takes his dick out and lays on Georges shoulder and says "hey George look on your shoulder", he turns his by now very drunk bigasabastard tomcats head and sees my pops mansized dick laying on his shoulder and George goes ape shit, my old man football punted him bout three times before he quit fighten and just layed there cussing, my pops said "there you little bastard you wanted to see my peter, now you seen it".
my uncle Merle used to own the Blue Bonnet bar there on east main also, George used to get drunk and start throwin shit around and trying to tear stuff up an starts fights, Merle would do the aly oop type thump on top his head then pick him up by the shirt collar and belt a carry him screamin and thrashin to the back door and throw him in the alley like an errent cat, little fucker would jump up and run all the way around the block to the front door and come back in, Merle would tell him to straiten up or he'd have to whip his ass good, George would be calm for awhile then start up again and Merle would kick the shit outta him again, George would stay gone for a week or two then come back in and it would start all over..................................yeap funny people them midgets, they all got a bad case of little man syndrome.
don't even get me started on antique furniture.
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