Germz True Hollywood Stories

The name of this episode is "White Castle"

When I was 14, I reconnected with my cousins from Jersey, and the oldest invited my other cousin and me to go to white castle


As we drove for a while, I noticed we passed a few, but I didn't rock the boat. My cousin said she had to go into an apartment to make a run.


While we sat in the car and listened to music, a black SUV pulled up beside us, and a dude as big as Shaq got out and looked into our car. I looked at my cousin, but he was unconcerned



After going into the apartment my cousin went into, he came out with her hemmed up, smacked her like we weren't going to do shit. I looked at my other cousin, and he looked the other way. I didn't want to appear pussy, so I got out of the car and told him not to hit her again.


He threw he aside, asked me what I said, went to his car, grabbed a hammer and threatened to kill me. My cousin told me dont run.



She had been sleeping with his wife and he didnt care who we were, he was mad as shit.



Word to Riley from the Boondocks, thankfully, someone called the cops on this nigga, my cousins and I reconnected and drove home in silence.


When we got to the block, my cousin clowned me for how I performed in the situation.



And the worst part of it all!!! We didn't even get any fucking White Castle!

Love it bro

This one is called "Grippy Socks"

I know it seem like truma dumping but all of this is really funny to me, you all should laugh too

This one is titled "Times Up Muthafucka!" the A.i fucking up in certain parts is absolutely hilarious

This is the story of how I got my first apartment. I was working at a furniture store and ended up being friends with my co-worker "Dean". Dean appeared to be like me, and where I was from, regular guys and everything with blue-collar jobs. One day at work, I was talking to Dean about needing to get out on my own and get my own apartment. Dean said that he could help with that because his mom owned an apartment complex. I told Dean, "bullshit." If your mom is rich, why do you work here? Dean said that he would prove it to me, and after one of our deliveries, he drove me out of the country where his mom lived.

We went inside the home, and they were eating Church's chicken. Dean's mom asked how much I could afford, and I told her only $250 a month. She said because I was Dean's friend, she would rent an apartment to me for that amount, and she wrote the contract on the receipt for the church's chicken. Dean told me where it was and told me to come to the location at 5 pm that day.



When I arrived at the complex, Dean. He told me that the apartment I was going to rent was next to his, but first he had to evict the previous person. Dean walked over to the door and banged on it. He yelled "times up motherfucker!" before kicking in the door. Once he was in the house, he destroyed everything that was inside and threw it outside onto the lawn, before tossing a guy out on the lawn. Dean walked past the guy up to me and told me that the apartment was all mine. I looked at the guy, he was holding his broken stuff and crying.I walked past him and took my things inside because it wasn't my problem.

Turns out the guy he kicked out was his brother, his brother smoked crack, and his mom was fed up with him having drug addicts in the apartment.I learned later that Dean smoked crack, too. My first night there, while I was groggy and sleepy, I was awakened at 2 am in the morning. I answered the door. It was a woman. I looked at her, and she looked at me. She spoke like an addict, and by the time I woke up and really understood what she was saying. I told her Dean's brother didn't live there anymore.

It was a pretty cool apartment; the only bad part was that when I was really broke, I could always smell the food from the Taco Bell behind it, and it used to make me so hungry. Unfortunately, I never got to smash a chick in that apartment, wasted opportunity.

Anyway, Dean ended but back on crack pretty hard, so I left all my stuff in the apartment and took a Greyhound to Baltimore. And that's the story of my very first apartment.

LOL, there was no box of "Books" in that apartment

Nigga this shit is so fuckin funny


Props man

Thanks for the inspiration.

I think I'm going to do something similar with some of my threads.

Stay tuned.

This one is titled, "Legit Met My Match One Day"

When I was 19, I had a job as a cable installer. It was cool cause it allowed me to travel to different places. Meeting different people gave me a cool "in" to get with ladies. If I like them and they are single. I would always feign needing their help with figuring out the signal. I'd give them my signal meter and tell them to give me their number so I can call them from outside and they can tell me the signal they see as I test it. But then I would tell them, hey, since I have your number. Do you think I could give you a call sometime? By the time I pulled that trick, I had already effectively disarmed them with charm.


One time while pulling this trick, I found out that I knew the girl from somewhere before; we had gone to the same school at some point. She told me that she had always had a crush on me that I didn't know of. I didn't even know she noticed me in school. The trick, the charm, and the crush worked so well that it didn't take much effort for us to sleep together.

I have always liked freaky things, but like this girl because she was down to do freaky things that she liked. Not just ordinary shit. She liked to make love to the sound of others doing it. She liked to role-play as a stuffed animal. Be purposely loud so the neighbors could hear. Being tied up, and commanded to do things. Sending texts and voicemails that were seductive, she consistently likes doing different things.

I figured that for the first time, I met my intellectual freak match and wrongly tried to lock it up. The longer I dealt with her, the more she revealed about doing things that were even further out for me. Being with a group of guys, and other far-out there, really kinky stuff. By the time I realized that we weren't really a match for each other. She started to develop feelings for me. She got so scared that she started to be emotionally attached, and she didn't want to be together anymore. She only wanted to be able to have fun and not feel anything.

The worst part was that she had a Nintendo Game Cube with the Legend of Zelda on it, and she never let me borrow it.

I won’t lie I looked at the first two and said…



… about you

This is pretty dope tbh. I love the comics. I will read more when i get off of work. I want to do some shit like this too

nice original thread man i feel like each member thats want could contribute their own life stories to this...like a graphic novel or just do it in seperate threads and combine later

oh course chapter 1 would be

THE ?.

Again extremely dope original thread idea

This is called "Jesus Piece" (I don't know why it made me a kid, I wasn't a kid, I was 15)

This is the story of how a Jesus piece saved the life of someone I know. While chilling on the block, everyone was outside. My oldest sister, her boyfriend, who was her baby father, our cousins, and our friends. All outside, chilling and smoking, sitting on cars and chairs. A car pulled up, and the driver got out of the car to give one of my friends a dap. The passenger in the car sat and looked at my sister's boyfriend in anger. I recognized the look; it was a look that said he wanted to end someone's life. I knew because I had seen that look on my own face.

I took my sister aside and told her to tell her boyfriend to watch his back with the guy because he was looking at him like he wanted to end his life, and I know the look was real. My sister played me to the side and told me that I'm always serious and paranoid, and you can't tell such a thing by looking at a face.


It turned out I was right, one day while chilling at home by myself. I was outside smoking and saw by sisters boyfriend, their female child, and my cousin walking toward me. My sister's boyfriend was visibly upset and looked like he had been in a fight. Something didn't feel right, so I told them to let me take my niece and go inside to make sure she's safe. At the same time, lowkey I didn't want to be outside for what I felt like was about to happen



I took my niece inside, gave her candy, and told her I'd keep her safe, but I felt guilty about letting what was about to happen outside just happen. So I told my niece to sit quietly while I went to speak to her daddy. As soon as I got out of the apartment, but before I could see anyone, I heard a loud pop. I stopped for a second because I couldn't tell if it was a gunshot or fireworks. I was scared, but I still went around to see. What I saw was the angry guy running with a gun, and my sister's boyfriend holding his own head like he'd been shot



He kept saying, " My crucifix, where's my crucifix?" seems as if they were fighting over the gun. My sisters boyfriends jesus piece got ripped off. When he looked to see where it landed, the gun went off, and the bullet grazed his head. The angry guy thought he shot him and ran off. Just as he was running off, my friends and sister had been coming back. He told them that they were next



My sister, her boyfriend, and my cousins called the police. They told us that we all had to come down to the station to take statements as witnesses. I told my sister I didn't want to go, but she told me that I had to go. When we got there, one by one, they asked everyone what happened in separate interviews. They asked me if I wanted to interview. I told them I hadn't seen a thing and was only here because my sister asked me to be for moral support ---(I don't like how the A.I made me look pussy about it, I was not worried like that)


When we were done, the cops told us that they would give us an escort home. Just before we got into our neighborhood, I told my sister to let me out of the car. She told me that I'm not letting you out of the car, and I told her I didn't want to be seen coming home with cops. I told her they can continue, but I'll walk home from here. She got upset and told me, "People are out here trying to get us, and you want to walk home at night!!" I pointed at her boyfriend and said, "niggaz aint tryna get me, niggaz are tryna get him!!"



nah like a big sister should, She didn't let me out of the car

scalywaters said:

nice original thread man i feel like each member thats want could contribute their own life stories to this...like a graphic novel or just do it in seperate threads and combine later

oh course chapter 1 would be

THE ?.

Again extremely dope original thread idea

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Im all for that

Just got back from the dispensary. This is perfect.

Thank you sir

scalywaters said:

nice original thread man i feel like each member thats want could contribute their own life stories to this...like a graphic novel or just do it in seperate threads and combine later

oh course chapter 1 would be

THE ?.

Again extremely dope original thread idea

Click to expand...

Dope idea but let’s be clear

You giving your life to AI only for someone to use that shit to build some other shit off your experiences

Just be aware

The question said:

I know it seem like truma dumping but all of this is really funny to me, you all should laugh too

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First story was funny
Second was sad af

The question said:

Im all for that

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Naw, this your thing.

Cool stories.

You went thru a lotta shit bro. I hope you continue to heal from it all.

Lawd

Claude done finally made it to South Carolina