i put money swag is a huge snitch. I'll also add torbee, natural, wwjd, sp, ciggy, arby, lone clone, hell, everyone I this board is a snitch. Maybe not lute, he seems like an OG.
Who on this board, do you think is a snitch?
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Clearly you are trying to put off your scent by starting this thread. Wahawk is clearly a snitch.
Yeah, whoever smelt it dealt it.
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I've been training in Tibet for the last 3 years so I'm prepared to meet him in mortal combat. I want to test myself against the best...
Am I the only one here wondering who was snitched upon and what they were ratted out for?
Sounds like there might be a good story here.
Were you the snitchee Warhawks? What did you do?
Sounds like there might be a good story here.
Were you the snitchee Warhawks? What did you do?
Confess your sins, Warhawks. What did you do that got you in trouble?
Nobody here will give you a hard time if you just come clean (and I have a bridge to sell you).
It's not the crime, it's the coverup, you know.
I'm your dom master daddy, I'll put them in the sling and punish them good. Grrr!
One of my best friends in high school was a snitch. I didn't know until a couple years out after graduation.
(Yes this is going to be another "Wonder Years" type journal entry. Quit now if you don't like it.)
Back then you had one year on your drivers license with no tickets or you lost your license, or something like that. I don't remember the exact details but that first year you didn't want to screw up. The cops in our small town used to follow my friend around when he was driving. I mean harassment type. He would turn down an alley, they'd follow him down an alley. It was obvious. Would last up to half an hour. We that were with him when this would happen, and he, would make jokes of it. Stop at a stop sign, raise our hands and count with our fingers...one, two, three seconds, just to show he'd come to a complete stop. The Nazi cop stuff eventually stopped. Or so I thought.
Years later he and I were talking about the old days and I mentioned that cop stuff. He got quiet and then said he'd tell me something but I couldn't tell anybody. (He's dead now, so I think it's safe) The harassment hadn't stopped. They caught up to him one day driving when no one was with him and pulled him over. The cops told him he was "elected" and if he didn't tell them who the kids were in high school that were taking drugs, or selling them, or having beer parties, or whatever he heard about whatever they asked, they'd keep harassing him and he'd end up with tickets, or whatever else they felt like coming up with.
This was his sophomore year. So, for the rest of that year and the next two he was their snitch! He told nobody. That is until he told me, and I was $%^ing stunned. I started to get p...ed but then he said, "I only told on kids I didn't like!" And, it started to make sense. Like that time we were all drinking and one of us got so drunk he was wandering around outside in his underwear, and actually stood on the Congregational Church lawn daring anybody in any car that passed by to come fight him! My "snitch" friend and I were trying to talk the out of control drunk kid to go back in the house when the cops showed up. A comical chase ensued, they with their spotlight and driving around the block, never quite sure if they should get out or slam the car in reverse, turn around and keep driving when our drunk friend would double back between houses.
The whole chase never actually went much further than about six yards, my drunk friend was a master of the double back. He would dive into bushes and I think I recall once he jumped out of one as the cops drove past just to laugh at them, flip them off, and run the other direction. Anyway, eventually he ran back into the house. I followed him in and a little bit later my snitch friend came in. And yeah, the day he told me he'd been a snitch, we remembered that drunken chase and he said he talked his cop buddies into giving up the chase as long as our drunk buddy stayed indoors.
It all started to make sense, the things we did and never got caught. Or, the couple of times we did get caught but they used "creative" solutions to teach us our lesson without involving an actual arrest.
So, there's your snitch. My long dead friend.
(Yes this is going to be another "Wonder Years" type journal entry. Quit now if you don't like it.)
Back then you had one year on your drivers license with no tickets or you lost your license, or something like that. I don't remember the exact details but that first year you didn't want to screw up. The cops in our small town used to follow my friend around when he was driving. I mean harassment type. He would turn down an alley, they'd follow him down an alley. It was obvious. Would last up to half an hour. We that were with him when this would happen, and he, would make jokes of it. Stop at a stop sign, raise our hands and count with our fingers...one, two, three seconds, just to show he'd come to a complete stop. The Nazi cop stuff eventually stopped. Or so I thought.
Years later he and I were talking about the old days and I mentioned that cop stuff. He got quiet and then said he'd tell me something but I couldn't tell anybody. (He's dead now, so I think it's safe) The harassment hadn't stopped. They caught up to him one day driving when no one was with him and pulled him over. The cops told him he was "elected" and if he didn't tell them who the kids were in high school that were taking drugs, or selling them, or having beer parties, or whatever he heard about whatever they asked, they'd keep harassing him and he'd end up with tickets, or whatever else they felt like coming up with.
This was his sophomore year. So, for the rest of that year and the next two he was their snitch! He told nobody. That is until he told me, and I was $%^ing stunned. I started to get p...ed but then he said, "I only told on kids I didn't like!" And, it started to make sense. Like that time we were all drinking and one of us got so drunk he was wandering around outside in his underwear, and actually stood on the Congregational Church lawn daring anybody in any car that passed by to come fight him! My "snitch" friend and I were trying to talk the out of control drunk kid to go back in the house when the cops showed up. A comical chase ensued, they with their spotlight and driving around the block, never quite sure if they should get out or slam the car in reverse, turn around and keep driving when our drunk friend would double back between houses.
The whole chase never actually went much further than about six yards, my drunk friend was a master of the double back. He would dive into bushes and I think I recall once he jumped out of one as the cops drove past just to laugh at them, flip them off, and run the other direction. Anyway, eventually he ran back into the house. I followed him in and a little bit later my snitch friend came in. And yeah, the day he told me he'd been a snitch, we remembered that drunken chase and he said he talked his cop buddies into giving up the chase as long as our drunk buddy stayed indoors.
It all started to make sense, the things we did and never got caught. Or, the couple of times we did get caught but they used "creative" solutions to teach us our lesson without involving an actual arrest.
So, there's your snitch. My long dead friend.
