Bernd
2024-05-08 02:16:56 ⋅ 1w
No. 309624
there is a special place in hell for people who watch videos on their phone in public without headphones
Bernd
2024-05-18 15:36:00 ⋅ 10h
No. 310740
>>310737
idk ;=;
Bernd
2024-05-18 16:06:45 ⋅ 9h
No. 310741
>>310735
Seems like a rough neighborhood. Where did you grow up?
Is it visible that you don't have all your teeth anymore?
Bernd
2024-05-18 16:45:06 ⋅ 9h
No. 310744
>>310741
I think he was talking about baby teeth
Bernd
2024-05-18 23:45:29 ⋅ 2h
No. 310755
>>310744
Yep
>>310741
In a small city that got rich because a big software company is close.
Basically half of the city's population are educated people that came from all over Germany and the other half is whatever the fuck was there before the software company settled down.
Idk if there is something wrong with me but since I have memories from my years in the Kindergarden, I looked down on the Turks. I just felt so superior in whatever I compared myself to them.
I remember building guillotines in Lego and playing Turk execution with my german playmate, who actually is a successful music producer now.
Anyway, once in elementary school, which was right nexto a Hauptschule, things quickly got violent too. I started to bully pretty much every fat and turkish male person I came across. I spared the girls.
I was fast so I could always run away from the fat people, but I was strong too so the skinny ones stood no chance either.
So sometimes I'd beat someone up, sometimes I'd run away from someone superior.
The first real beating I took was when a group of already older Hauptschultürken was ambushing me at the entrance to my class room. I lost a baby front tooth that day to a table tennis racket.
A few years later when I was maybe 10 I also unironically shat myself while running for my life when a maybe 14 year old turk was chasing my ready to rip me apart alive.
I was maybe 15 seconds ahead of the Turk when finally arriving at my house, and while using my keys to quickly open the door, enter, and close the door again, I stopped running after a straight 5 minutes death sprint, and it was like my anus muscles just relaxed together with my entire body for a few seconds and then my pants where full of warm shit. Feels fucking bad to shit your pants man.
Once I entered Gymnasium and got away from that elementary school, it all just kinda stopped.
I have a small scar on my skin too that reminds me of these days, it is really small and almost not visible anymore though.