Campfire Stories of Life
vinnym86
12-08-2006, 01:33 AM
:popcorn:Tell us a story about yourself; some random story that you feel like sharing that you may think we'd find entertaining.
First week of college at University of Buffalo in NY, first weekend, actually, right after moving in. So me and my quad-mates go to the quad next door to meet the guys there, immediately become friends with 2 of the guys there, a big, built, (dumb), prettyboy/farmboy, and an english lookin' boondock hippie with a fro. We went to South Campus (basically where all the bars and frat houses are) to party like hell. Around 2:30ish AM, its just me, and the two other guys from next door, stumbling back to the bus station to get back to North Campus, when out of fucking nowhere, Tbag had his head pulled back by his fro and a gun shoved down his mouth.
Apparently, we were being mugged by 2 black kids from around the neighborhood (South Campus was in the middle of the ghetto, outside of downtown Buffalo). Looks like they thought 3 drunk college kids would be an easy target. Well, first thing they said was "give us what you got" or whatever, and i only heard one thing from Tyler's mouth, "Hhhuck hooo" ("fuck you" with a gun in his mouth) He was holding $150ish worth of weed on him, and like 20 bux in cash. I happen to blow all my cash on the shots and strippers, but Nate (the big, simple farmboy) had like 50 bux which he coughed up.
He was too plastered to take anything seriously, infact he was laughing the whole time. After he gave them the money, the second guy holding the gun in Tbag's throat took the gun out and punched him in the stomach. That's when Farmboy started to feel at home, and thought he was in a merry fucking little barn fight, began wailing the kid with the gun. The two sorry fucks ran, and Nate started running after them, yelling "YOU FUCKING ******s" (didn't get far before stumbling and tripping over his own feet).
Turns out they had dropped their "gun", which was really an empty airsoft gun. We had gotten to the bus stop and a cop is always there (making sure no one is lying on the ground half dead from drinking) so we reported what just happened, he put in a call to "all units on UB South", and he gave us a lift home (busses stopped running, anyway, after 2:00AM). He realized we were really plastered, and just let us sleep it off back at our rooms, but the next morning, we gave a police report. Within the week, they had cought one of the guys, the one that had held the airsoft gun, and ID'd him. they never got the other kid, though, made off with Nasty's 50 bux. We were in the school newspaper that week, front page (not main story), as a warning was put out to all students to beware of attacks at night.
Supposedly, those same two guys had made a couple hundred off a couple guys we happen to become friends with later on in the year. Anyway, that's how I started my freshman year at college, robbed at gunpoint :screwy:
First week of college at University of Buffalo in NY, first weekend, actually, right after moving in. So me and my quad-mates go to the quad next door to meet the guys there, immediately become friends with 2 of the guys there, a big, built, (dumb), prettyboy/farmboy, and an english lookin' boondock hippie with a fro. We went to South Campus (basically where all the bars and frat houses are) to party like hell. Around 2:30ish AM, its just me, and the two other guys from next door, stumbling back to the bus station to get back to North Campus, when out of fucking nowhere, Tbag had his head pulled back by his fro and a gun shoved down his mouth.
Apparently, we were being mugged by 2 black kids from around the neighborhood (South Campus was in the middle of the ghetto, outside of downtown Buffalo). Looks like they thought 3 drunk college kids would be an easy target. Well, first thing they said was "give us what you got" or whatever, and i only heard one thing from Tyler's mouth, "Hhhuck hooo" ("fuck you" with a gun in his mouth) He was holding $150ish worth of weed on him, and like 20 bux in cash. I happen to blow all my cash on the shots and strippers, but Nate (the big, simple farmboy) had like 50 bux which he coughed up.
He was too plastered to take anything seriously, infact he was laughing the whole time. After he gave them the money, the second guy holding the gun in Tbag's throat took the gun out and punched him in the stomach. That's when Farmboy started to feel at home, and thought he was in a merry fucking little barn fight, began wailing the kid with the gun. The two sorry fucks ran, and Nate started running after them, yelling "YOU FUCKING ******s" (didn't get far before stumbling and tripping over his own feet).
Turns out they had dropped their "gun", which was really an empty airsoft gun. We had gotten to the bus stop and a cop is always there (making sure no one is lying on the ground half dead from drinking) so we reported what just happened, he put in a call to "all units on UB South", and he gave us a lift home (busses stopped running, anyway, after 2:00AM). He realized we were really plastered, and just let us sleep it off back at our rooms, but the next morning, we gave a police report. Within the week, they had cought one of the guys, the one that had held the airsoft gun, and ID'd him. they never got the other kid, though, made off with Nasty's 50 bux. We were in the school newspaper that week, front page (not main story), as a warning was put out to all students to beware of attacks at night.
Supposedly, those same two guys had made a couple hundred off a couple guys we happen to become friends with later on in the year. Anyway, that's how I started my freshman year at college, robbed at gunpoint :screwy:
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