yep....that too. soon as the grasshopper hit the web and kicked....
that big ass black spider came out of nowhere and pulled his ass in like it was a child being snatched off the street.....lol.
Oldheads (40s up) tell these punkass 80,90s & 00s babies how we used to live!!
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yep....that too. soon as the grasshopper hit the web and kicked....
that big ass black spider came out of nowhere and pulled his ass in like it was a child being snatched off the street.....lol.
i remember me and my friends used to go out and catch grasshoppers.......tear their legs off and then throw em in a disturbed ant bed.
or put the grasshoppers in a bottle and light matches and throw them in the bottle too....and screw the top on. then we'd sit and watch them die from smoke inhalation.
and the favorite of all.......taking a magnifying glass or some bifocal glasses and burn ants with them mufuckas...
DAMN, ya'll some harsh mofos, the most we used to do was catch bees in a wide-mouth bottle by putting a flower in first, bringing the bottle up underneath the bee & then putting the cap on quick, we would just keep them for a few days before releasing them, the fun/sport was in catching them in the first place, the more you could catch IN THE SAME BOTTLE, the better/more respect you got from everyone else!
it's been a good while since I've actually seen one
Got my first crib....with some black-light posters,true pimp...
Of course my tires were bald,had to keep some of this handy...
Of course my tires were bald,had to keep some of this handy...
Whoooa nigga, you took me WAY...
i remember watching this tv show(couldnt remember if it was Consumer Reports or Fight Back!) where they tried to recreate that same experiment in a recording studio..the singer(they hired a Black dude instead of the singer in the first commercial) had hit the same note,but didnt break the glass..did it at least five times but was getting visibly angry each time the camera zoomed in on his face(it was a split screen with him and the glass) it was like:
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
I NEED YOUR LOOOOOOOVVE!!!
the ppl in the studio were laughing,even the host was cracking up
Dirt ball fights, yes dirt balls. that were hard ass rocks, one hop (a form of baseball here in the dirt souf). Hide and go get it with the neighborhood girls, kick ball, dodge ball. Then when the neighborhood kids would leave for the Summer I'd get bored ass fuck and started playing with fire
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Running to the corner store everyday to get groceries with cash... moms would know how much shit cost down to the exact penny
No leash laws and running from dogs every day... the doberman was the tough dog back then that everyone was scared of them
Older cousins grabbing their younger cousins and making us fight each other
hell yeah!! Them dogs were the true block bullies back then. They would chase ur ass no matter what kinda day u were having! You coulda just be coming back from great kissing/dry humping session and forget all about they ass... until u see they ass sprinting out from the corner of ur eye... then oh shit!!! It's on, they have a ninja doing carl lewis impressions and shit LOL!!! Tight threat fam... I needed this
Throw Up Tackle was the shit.
Sometimes after the ball hit the ground....niggas be circled around it.....scared as fuck to pick it up.
As soon as a nigga made a swipe for the ball, his ass got gang tackled by everybody.[/QUOTE]
In South GA wecalled this " kill the ma with the ball"
I used to love this shit
hated asking your mom for anything (at least in my case) while the intros to these shows started up
..cuase itd be like "
dont you say not one word.."
..cuase itd be like "
dont you say not one word.." 
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Used to light a plastic hanger on fire, turn off a cider block from the back steps and terrorize all the rollie pollie bug living under there. The sadistic entertainment was enhanced by the sound the flaming plastic dripping then sizzling when it hits one of those fuckers trying to running away.
Ya'll don't know shit about taking the insides out of an ink pen and putting two spit wads inside of it and using a hanger to push the wad on one end to the other side. The pressure would build up and that wad would go out of the other side with a loud pop and much force....
Yeah that was the shit but in Cleveland we called it dyno-man ...
We called it Pig slaughter!
Shit was wild, in the winter we played in the snow with no problems. I remember my boy dislocated his middle finger and that ninja took off running down the street screaming...... Shit was mad funny!
reaching in the bathroom and turning off the light while my brother was taking a shower and screaming Bloody Mary through the door.
nigga damn near breaking his neck tryin to get out and get the light back on....
that mutated bear...
playing football in the street around cars that were parked there and we allowed you to be tackled on the sidelines. a couple of broken arms were not uncommon.
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no hand sanitizer to be found. you picked up a hose that was laying on the ground for days and drank from it. half of the time you were stealing your neighbor's water.
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The candy lady who use to sell these. We use to call them "flips" or "frozen cups"
chilly beers
1 cup was .25 at some houses. then the lady down the street would find out and drop her price to .10. sometimes you would go to the house to buy and they would say that they were not ready. they just put them in the freezer so you would be like i don't care it is hot outside and i want one. so you would get a partially or unfrozen cup of kool aid...basically you paid .25 for a drink.
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didnt know what the fuck a dryer was.....niggaz with yards had these....
and if you lived in the projects.....(especially in the south).....we had to share
i used to hate when my grandma would rush me to go outside and get the clothes off the line when it was about to rain.
hanging up clothes was some hard fuckin work....especially in the summer....
and if you lived in the projects.....(especially in the south).....we had to share
i used to hate when my grandma would rush me to go outside and get the clothes off the line when it was about to rain.
hanging up clothes was some hard fuckin work....especially in the summer....
didnt know what the fuck a dryer was.....niggaz with yards had these....
and if you lived in the projects.....(especially in the south).....we had to share
i used to hate when my grandma would rush me to go outside and get the clothes off the line when it was about to rain.
hanging up clothes was some hard fuckin work....especially in the summer....
or when the bleach didn't get all the skid mark out and your mom hung your draws up for all to see to shame you into wiping your ass better...THANK GOD THERE WAS NO SOCIAL MEDIA BACK THEN!!!
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didnt know what the fuck a dryer was.....niggaz with yards had these....
and if you lived in the projects.....(especially in the south).....we had to share
i used to hate when my grandma would rush me to go outside and get the clothes off the line when it was about to rain.
hanging up clothes was some hard fuckin work....especially in the summer....
Nah buddy, in the REAL projects here in NYC you COULDN'T dry your clothes outside (what if you lived on the 12th floor?), in my PJs we had a rack similar to the one below that was in the bathroom over our bathtub that had a drawstring on it, it normally sat around chin level, once you hung your clothes on it you pulled the string and raised it up to the ceiling, you took showers with it in the raised position, and a couple of times as a kid I actually took baths with clothes STILL on the line!
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Used to light a plastic hanger on fire, turn off a cider block from the back steps and terrorize all the rollie pollie bug living under there. The sadistic entertainment was enhanced by the sound the flaming plastic dripping then sizzling when it hits one of those fuckers trying to running away.
Finding a Slug and pouring salt on them!!!!
that was fun even tho I used to hate seeing them shits...esp. @ nite when I had to move the garbage can to the front for garbage day
Finding a Slug and pouring salt on them!!!!
or when the bleach didn't get all the skid mark out and your mom hung your draws up for all to see to shame you into wiping your ass better...THANK GOD THERE WAS NO SOCIAL MEDIA BACK THEN!!!
na nigga you was just dirty wtf
didnt know what the fuck a dryer was.....niggaz with yards had these....
and if you lived in the projects.....(especially in the south).....we had to share
i used to hate when my grandma would rush me to go outside and get the clothes off the line when it was about to rain.
hanging up clothes was some hard fuckin work....especially in the summer....
hell yeah. And back then, at least in my neighborhood. Nobody stole your shit off the line
We would play sports, drink beer, drive cars and fuck chicks. Not sit on the computer looking at shit.
One of the greatest games every invented -
We would play in the streets for hours - the funn part was when a car would come along you were not allowed to move your top and if it got crushed you had to still use it
I am a Killer Diller 1, 2, 3
Hit A Killer Diller 5 Boxes
Al the Boxes and lines are mine
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havent read all the responses but i'd make kool aid.. pour that shit in some ice trays. put plastic wrap over it and stick some toothpicks in them shits. wait a few hours and you got ghetto popsicles..
This was state of the art technology..........
and it couldn t do shit but light up of and give syntax errors.......
and freeze during karateka
