2008-12-11, 11:09 PM
Lemme tell you a little story about beatboxing.
Four years ago I was in Highschool. There was a group of "Wiggers" who always hung out together because the black community shunned them for being white boys. Anyway, since I was a normal white boy, I was very annoyed by their antics. They would beatbox, rap, be douchebags etc, and I had to listen to it because they were in my Graphics Art class. One day I was cutting some thick paper with an art knife, and those goddamn wiggers were beatboxing. They thought it would be funny to sneak up behind me and try to scare me. Well, they DID startle me and I stabbed my own palm, and once I noticed I was gushing blood at an unhealthy rate, I decided to stand up and be like "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" So I clutched my palm to my chest and made it seem like I was bleeding from there and scared the s'hit out of them.
Moral of the story? Don't beatbox.
Four years ago I was in Highschool. There was a group of "Wiggers" who always hung out together because the black community shunned them for being white boys. Anyway, since I was a normal white boy, I was very annoyed by their antics. They would beatbox, rap, be douchebags etc, and I had to listen to it because they were in my Graphics Art class. One day I was cutting some thick paper with an art knife, and those goddamn wiggers were beatboxing. They thought it would be funny to sneak up behind me and try to scare me. Well, they DID startle me and I stabbed my own palm, and once I noticed I was gushing blood at an unhealthy rate, I decided to stand up and be like "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" So I clutched my palm to my chest and made it seem like I was bleeding from there and scared the s'hit out of them.
Moral of the story? Don't beatbox.