ITT we talk about bananas (modnote: do not use this thread for soliciting)
09-15-2011
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wtb this (not out yet)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoBdp_xNNKI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoBdp_xNNKI
10-08-2011
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10-09-2011
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10-09-2011
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Can't breathe
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How is a bartender gonna lose his job for telling you where to get weed? If anything hes just gonna get more tips 
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Also have a pretty funny story about finding bananas in Ft. Lauderdale. I went down for a poker series earlier this year and after a day or two a friend and I got pretty desperate. We got a ride back from the isle from a super cool cabbie and he gave us his personal number for rides. After getting tired of hearing us bitch about nanas one of my friends called the cabby all benzoed out and just asked him straight up if he could get us bananas. I didn't really want to go on this adventure but after my friend called him he said hed pick one of us up at the hotel and talk about it there i pretty much had to. First he takes me to an ALL black strip club where i just sat in the corner and drank a cranberry juice and got stared at awkwardly by everyone while he goes around and asks all of his buddies if they were holding. After 5-10 mins he says lets go they're out but i got another guy. Next thing I know im in probably the ghettoest place I've ever been. Chain link fences, pit bulls roaming the streets, 6 yr old kids riding their bikes at 1am, rusty el caminos on every other lawn.. etc. We eventually pull up to a house that doesn't even look like its been occupied for 10 years. I give the cabbie the money and he says ill brb. He takes 10 steps towards the house then comes back and opens the door a crack and says, "Oh... if anything goes wrong theres a knife under the front seat..." At this point im scared for my ****ing life and id say my heart rate was around 200bpm. After 10 of the scariest minutes of my life he comes back with an ounce of some of the worst bananas ive ever seen... So unless you're prepared to possibly die for some brick nanners I wouldn't ask a cabbie lol.
. Also have a pretty funny story about finding bananas in Ft. Lauderdale. I went down for a poker series earlier this year and after a day or two a friend and I got pretty desperate. We got a ride back from the isle from a super cool cabbie and he gave us his personal number for rides. After getting tired of hearing us bitch about nanas one of my friends called the cabby all benzoed out and just asked him straight up if he could get us bananas. I didn't really want to go on this adventure but after my friend called him he said hed pick one of us up at the hotel and talk about it there i pretty much had to. First he takes me to an ALL black strip club where i just sat in the corner and drank a cranberry juice and got stared at awkwardly by everyone while he goes around and asks all of his buddies if they were holding. After 5-10 mins he says lets go they're out but i got another guy. Next thing I know im in probably the ghettoest place I've ever been. Chain link fences, pit bulls roaming the streets, 6 yr old kids riding their bikes at 1am, rusty el caminos on every other lawn.. etc. We eventually pull up to a house that doesn't even look like its been occupied for 10 years. I give the cabbie the money and he says ill brb. He takes 10 steps towards the house then comes back and opens the door a crack and says, "Oh... if anything goes wrong theres a knife under the front seat..." At this point im scared for my ****ing life and id say my heart rate was around 200bpm. After 10 of the scariest minutes of my life he comes back with an ounce of some of the worst bananas ive ever seen... So unless you're prepared to possibly die for some brick nanners I wouldn't ask a cabbie lol.