The Tale of White Kimbo Slice
Posted by armchairallamerican on 6/06/09 • Categorized as Drunk Pics, WTF •
Stumble It!
House party. Standard crowd, except that a few guys start trying to coerce their way into control of the party. Knowing the host, I intercede and make it known who runs shit here… (Classic Ice Cube moment: One of the kids is running the door letting people in saying “I run this shit” etc., I step to him and say “You run what?” and he replies “Nothing, man… I don’t run shit”)
As the numbers begin adding in their favor, they get more and more bold and reckless, as its just me and my two friends, but we fall back because reinforcements are on the way. Finally, one bumps me and I casually mention it to my friend, let’s call him White Kimbo Slice, who is fucking his liver pretty hard at this point after our repeated victories in beer pong, and white Kimbo Slice reached his breaking point.
He proceeded to confront the guy who bumped me (it went like this: White Kimbo Slice (here to referred to as WKS): “Hey!” Guy: “What?” WKS: “You talkin’ shit?” Guy: “Yeah, what?” WKS drops Guy with two punches). At this point, WKS is assailed by about a dozen or so of the guy’s boys.
But it wasn’t close… HE WAS CLEANING HOUSE!
If Popeye needs spinach, WKS needs beer… It was like “Roadhouse” if only Patrick Swayze had blonde hair and wasn’t a douche bag. He was spinning around in circles decking popped polo collar shirted dudes left and right. I jump in trying to back guys up, you know, so it can be even, but WKS didn’t need me.

The above picture is one of the defeated…
Fuck my Liver, but it beats catching a good ol’ fashioned passionate ass whippin’ when you have the numbers in your favor.
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Is that a tooth?
I don’t think so, but it could’ve been… WKS doesn’t mess around