Germz True Hollywood Stories

Germz reminds me of this kid James I grew up around...

I stood to for him one day at school, so he started coming to my house every morning to walk to school together.

Once I was about to throw away my breakfast sandwich cuz I wasn't hungry any more and didn't wanna walk to school with it getting colder and colder...and he was like, naw I'll take it... And at first it weirded me out .. but it quickly became apparent he came from a home where people really didn't care for him... He was just there..

So from that point, every morning he'd come to my house, I'd make sure I'd make an extra sandwich for him.

And I would even make a peanut butter jelly sandwich for him after school


Fast forward 10 years..... This nigga was menace.... Like a MENACE.... He didn't turn out nice life germz....did he went the other way... And that shit was scary..... But bro always fucked with me... And I was always thankful that I showed that kid kindness as a child....

Which is why I always try to talk to and engage with people when I sense the same kinda traumatized soul.

Like, naw bro, we cool, get that shit off your chest... You wanna sandwich.... This is a safe place
 
I once worked for my city's parks department. My co-worker was an older man who felt like a father to me. We normally worked very hard, but on this day, the city was celebrating, so we just drove around doing silly things. He took the opportunity to share with me a funny story. He told me about this woman he once met at a bar, and they spent the night dancing and ended up at her place. The woman wanted to make love, and he told her he was going to the bathroom to freshen up. When he got out of the bathroom, she was in a nightie, and he noticed that on her nightstand, she had a spoon and a pill bottle. He asked her about it, and she told him that when she has an orgasm, she usually has a seizure right after. What she wanted him to do was if she had a seizure. Use the spoon to compress her tongue and toss the pill down her throat.
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He said ok, but didn't take it seriously. So sure enough, she does have a seizure from the throes of passion. He panics and goes to grab the spoon, but it fell under the bed. he tried to get it from under the bed. So when he goes to try to get it, she's bouncing around so bad that he gets scared and runs out of the house. Once he was out of the house, he felt guilty and ran back in. She was still having a seizure. I retrieved the pill but not the spoon and used his hand to open her mouth. She bit him, he screamed out in anger and drew his fist back to hit her, before gaining his composure. Then he tossed the pill in her mouth, and she stopped seizing.

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As we drove around the city and laughed, we came across a meter maid who worked for the city like us. She was astonishingly beautiful, she looked like a mix between Tyra Banks and ericka badu. I stared at her as we passed by and said out loud, damn shes beautiful. He told me he would pull over so I could talk to her, but I was too intimidated. Only three times in my entire life have I felt the impact of a woman who I thought was that beautiful
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So as the day goes by, we continue to BS, and then it turns to lunch time. We ended up in front of this fancy place that he said had great hamburgers. he went inside and ordered, and came back outside to wait for it to be done. As we waited, 5 black women got out of a sprinter van with Southern Belle outfits; they were clearly tourists. My friend said to me, "Boy, those women wouldn't know what to do with me". The women started walking in our direction. I told him, "Here's your chance for them to find out". As the woman reached us, they asked him, where do black women like us eat in this town. My friend started to stutter. All his cool demeanor wore off. As he tried to find the words, I jumped in and spoke with the women. When they walked off, I asked him what happened. he told me, "I'm not even gonna lie, man, I just choked." I laughed at him
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As I laughed, he saw the beautiful meter maid walking down the street. He told me, " There goes your dream girl. What are you going to do? I became nervous, but she approached us like she knew I wanted to talk to her. When she got within 5ft of me, I didn't have any charming thing to say. I simply told her, you are so fucking beautiful, I just kept saying it. She looked at me weirdly, not like she didn't believe me, but like she didn't believe there was truth to me saying she was beautiful
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I was freaked out about that. She was objectively astonishingly beautiful, but really did not seem to know it. I stopped commenting on her looks and started being charming. We spoke about where she was from, her work, her kids, and her family. As the conversation wore on, she started to fidget with her phone. It was a sign that she wanted me to ask her for her number, so she could get back to work. I looked at her, and I realized. She just struck me as such a beautiful, so beautiful that she didn't even know she was beautiful. What must her life have been like? I evaluated myself, and I thought. I don't know if I've healed a person enough to be with someone so beautifully unique. It would be like giving a gorilla a flower. She doesn't deserve that
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So I didn't ask her for her number, I told her once again, before I allowed her to leave, that she was so, so beautiful. She looked at me again, confused. She walked away. I felt really bad, but I knew I did the right thing
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I did not want to destroy something so beautiful. One day I hope I'll see her again.

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Duwop said:
Germz reminds me of this kid James I grew up around...

I stood to for him one day at school, so he started coming to my house every morning to walk to school together.

Once I was about to throw away my breakfast sandwich cuz I wasn't hungry any more and didn't wanna walk to school with it getting colder and colder...and he was like, naw I'll take it... And at first it weirded me out .. but it quickly became apparent he came from a home where people really didn't care for him... He was just there..

So from that point, every morning he'd come to my house, I'd make sure I'd make an extra sandwich for him.

And I would even make a peanut butter jelly sandwich for him after school


Fast forward 10 years..... This nigga was menace.... Like a MENACE.... He didn't turn out nice life germz....did he went the other way... And that shit was scary..... But bro always fucked with me... And I was always thankful that I showed that kid kindness as a child....

Which is why I always try to talk to and engage with people when I sense the same kinda traumatized soul.

Like, naw bro, we cool, get that shit off your chest... You wanna sandwich.... This is a safe place
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I was a menace too, I just don't talk about that shit. I'm not nice, im kind
 
The question said:
I once worked for my city's parks department. My co-worker was an older man who felt like a father to me. We normally worked very hard, but on this day, the city was celebrating, so we just drove around doing silly things. He took the opportunity to share with me a funny story. He told me about this woman he once met at a bar, and they spent the night dancing and ended up at her place. The woman wanted to make love, and he told her he was going to the bathroom to freshen up. When he got out of the bathroom, she was in a nightie, and he noticed that on her nightstand, she had a spoon and a pill bottle. He asked her about it, and she told him that when she has an orgasm, she usually has a seizure right after. What she wanted him to do was if she had a seizure. Use the spoon to compress her tongue and toss the pill down her throat.
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He said ok, but didn't take it seriously. So sure enough, she does have a seizure from the throes of passion. He panics and goes to grab the spoon, but it fell under the bed. he tried to get it from under the bed. So when he goes to try to get it, she's bouncing around so bad that he gets scared and runs out of the house. Once he was out of the house, he felt guilty and ran back in. She was still having a seizure. I retrieved the pill but not the spoon and used his hand to open her mouth. She bit him, he screamed out in anger and drew his fist back to hit her, before gaining his composure. Then he tossed the pill in her mouth, and she stopped seizing.

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As we drove around the city and laughed, we came across a meter maid who worked for the city like us. She was astonishingly beautiful, she looked like a mix between Tyra Banks and ericka badu. I stared at her as we passed by and said out loud, damn shes beautiful. He told me he would pull over so I could talk to her, but I was too intimidated. Only three times in my entire life have I felt the impact of a woman who I thought was that beautiful
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So as the day goes by, we continue to BS, and then it turns to lunch time. We ended up in front of this fancy place that he said had great hamburgers. he went inside and ordered, and came back outside to wait for it to be done. As we waited, 5 black women got out of a sprinter van with Southern Belle outfits; they were clearly tourists. My friend said to me, "Boy, those women wouldn't know what to do with me". The women started walking in our direction. I told him, "Here's your chance for them to find out". As the woman reached us, they asked him, where do black women like us eat in this town. My friend started to stutter. All his cool demeanor wore off. As he tried to find the words, I jumped in and spoke with the women. When they walked off, I asked him what happened. he told me, "I'm not even gonna lie, man, I just choked." I laughed at him
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As I laughed, he saw the beautiful meter maid walking down the street. He told me, " There goes your dream girl. What are you going to do? I became nervous, but she approached us like she knew I wanted to talk to her. When she got within 5ft of me, I didn't have any charming thing to say. I simply told her, you are so fucking beautiful, I just kept saying it. She looked at me weirdly, not like she didn't believe me, but like she didn't believe there was truth to me saying she was beautiful
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I was freaked out about that. She was objectively astonishingly beautiful, but really did not seem to know it. I stopped commenting on her looks and started being charming. We spoke about where she was from, her work, her kids, and her family. As the conversation wore on, she started to fidget with her phone. It was a sign that she wanted me to ask her for her number, so she could get back to work. I looked at her, and I realized. She just struck me as such a beautiful, so beautiful that she didn't even know she was beautiful. What must her life have been like? I evaluated myself, and I thought. I don't know if I've healed a person enough to be with someone so beautifully unique. It would be like giving a gorilla a flower. She doesn't deserve that
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So I didn't ask her for her number, I told her once again, before I allowed her to leave, that she was so, so beautiful. She looked at me again, confused. She walked away. I felt really bad, but I knew I did the right thing
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I did not want to destroy something so beautiful. One day I hope I'll see her again.

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how long ago was this? sorry man but you not supposed to let that get away some opportunities only happen once and are very fleeting when they do..


pretty sure every man on this board has experienced this one though.

this really giving me old IC(ill community)vibes..its what this place needs
 
scalywaters said:
how long ago was this? sorry man but you not supposed to let that get away some opportunities only happen once and are very fleeting when they do..


pretty sure every man on this board has experienced this one though.
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Unfortunately and heartbreaking as it is. Who I am now is so drastically light years ahead of who I was then. I did not have as much self awareness then as I do now. But I definitely had enough to know that pursuing her was the wrong thing to do. Knowing what I know now. Shit man, I probably save both her life and mines.
 
I got one that I’m skeptical about doing. It was when friends of mine jumped an autistic kid back when we used to call them sped ed..and his family ended up riding around in a a team van trying to kill me.

I don’t know if that’s too inappropriate, yall think that’s too bad?
 
Here is a simple story I think is funny. My friends and I in middle school were a collection of kids who were like the black versions of the kids from South Park. We had the smart, reasonable one, that was me. The one from a two-parent home with a sister, my friend Kay. One that was really poorer than the rest of us, with just a mother, that was Laurence. And one that was a total dick and asshole, our friend Kendrick, who was also from a single mother
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Our friend Laurence, his mother was a member of a certain profession that most people look down on. So one day, all day at school, Kendrick was just laying into Laurence about his mom's job and them being poor. Laurence was not really a kid who ever seemed to want to fight; he was always both jovial and sad.

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On the bus ride home from school, Kendrick had been going so hard that Laurnece was finally ready to fight. We got off the bus, and they began to fight, and Kendrick, being the stronger one, was really beating up Laurence. Laurence broke free from Kendrick, picked up a small 2-by-4 piece of wood, and threw it at Kendrick's head. It smacked him in the head and comically went up in the air 20 ft. before it hit the ground. Kendrick was on his knees, screaming in pain
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Laurence took off running home, and we all hit the ground laughing very hard. Kendrick's mother saw it all from her window and came running outside. What made it funny was that she had a peg leg and ran/walked like a pirate. We all laughed again, and she chased Laurence and us. Kendrick never bothered him again
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The question said:
I was a menace too, I just don't talk about that shit. I'm not nice, im kind
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So... There was another kid... Kid named Charles.... We weren't as nice to him
.. Bro was like 3 years older than me, and we got into a scrap at school, and he got the W... Mainly cuz he was in like 5th grade, and I was in 2nd....so after school, the homies rounded him up, and let me steal off on him and get my licks back ... Like preventing him from fighting back ..

Well fast forward, one day I'm bout to head out to do laundry, and my homie up the street saw me, and was like can I run him to the market.

Now this homie is a career bully. He's essentially beans from paper soldiers.. But we cool... And I was like c'mon...

Bruh I was about to walk in the market with him, and we saw Charles in the parking lot...and the smirk he had

"Oh shit, D and Mike, and y'all niggas still cool... What's up fellas"

I dapped Mike up and was like... Yeah, Imma go check on my clothes, you be safe big homie...

That nigga was a thug, he was good....I wanted nooooooooooo parts of that nigga Charles. Like.... Naw... Fuck that
 
Ok, so your last story inspired me.

I'm not going to chat gpt for animation.... But I wanna share the story of Big Fred and all my near death experiences with this nigga.

Which are only 2..... But both times....I was legit scared for my life.

Now as a grown man I'm like 6ft...225 pounds. I wrestled 2 years in highschool, one year in college under an Iranian national champion. I've trained in boxing, Brazilian jit-jujitsu, muay Thai... All the shits.... I was an active bouncer for like 80% of my life from 20 to 40....I am a very confident scrapper.

Many people who know me personally hold my hand to hand combat prowess to be very high. I'm known as a nigga with a good scrap game.


I'm 100% confident me at my absolute best, could not beat Big Fred at age 13.


He's just different.... always been different. He's not human. The stories.... Are scary, the shit I've seen with my own eyes...are ridiculous. This nigga was a monster.

1st run in.... He hit my neighbor's daughter at school. I didn't even like this chick. But she lived across the street from me. She was understandably one of the kids that was with me... You fuck with them, you fuck with me. And me and her cousin understood the assignment.... We had to fight Big Fred.

We both were prepared to die in the conflict... But my neighbor recognized the situation we were about to go into, and picked up her other nephew who was like 16 and already a thug, and brought him to our middle school to fight him....

And they took this nigga out in a stretcher...

It was too many cops and paramedics involved... So there was no other fight that day, and they expelled Big Fred...so we didn't really see him again...

Until high school ...


I started wrestling in 11th grade. And Big Fred was already wrestling heavyweight, and pretty much killing people for sport every match. It wasn't cool at all. And when everyone realized that we were on the path to have a match .... It just took a life of it's own.

The entire neighborhood started getting hype about it. And this is literally my first year wrestling, you have to understand I had absolutely no chance at winning. People just were getting excited about my pending execution.

And he was calling it that. He was telling people he was going to kill me that day. He was coming up to our block, on the basketball court.. The drug dealers weren't even stopping him. Like none of my homes were even trying to get in the middle... They were just hyping it... It's like everyone just knew that this match would be the day I died.

The absolute best part of this story ... My son's wrestling coaches now... They remember Big Fred, they remember what saved my life. And they told my son it was no cap, all fact.

The weekend before our match, they took Big Fred on a wrestling tournament in Virginia.

He beat up a kid, and the ref after a match. He was kicked out of the tournament. Then when he was stuck to the hotel while the other kids wrestled...he decided to mask up and start robbing people outside the hotel, and got arrested

Which meant, he was in jail when we wrestled his school. I beat the kid who was his replacement.... But I swear....I dodged a bullet.

I definitely would have died that day. I totally believed he would have killed me that that day, and no one would have stopped him

My son asked me, if I had to actually wrestle they dude, what would I have done...

I was like, go as hard as I could in hopes that I got lucky. At no point did I think I was going to win.

This nigga got shot something like 17 times years later... didn't die ...and is currently a personal trainer... Because he's literally built like a black Brock Lesner
 
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