TrojanDan
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It’s been 10 years today. Still miss you Broheim. See you on the flip side.
For us guys that haven’t been around that long can we get a little back story of who he was and what happened?
Truly saddens me. Think about him and Danny all the time.
It’s no secret my wife is mean and I’m an idiot she told me not to get a tattoo when we first got married. I’m not sure what tattoo it was anymore, but I think it was the dead Mary on my forearm. Anyway, I didn’t listen and I went. When she got home I wasn’t there, and she knew exactly where I was. She text me and said don’t bother coming home tonight. I went home, and no shit she had dead bolted the front door, and locked the garage. Well I’m smarter than the average idiot. We had a 100lb Doberman named bagheera. He had a big dog door in the back slider. So no problem, I crawled my silly ass in there, fresh tattoo and all. My wife either heard my coming in, or she had already locked the door to the bedroom. Fuck it, grab a blanket from the hall closet, and hit the couch. Went to work and no surprise she’s not talking to me. I believe it was a Friday, and I went to the bar or something, because it was already late when I got home. Again, front door and garage locked. Oh well, I know what to do. I go around back and get down to crawl in. Again, I don’t know if my wife heard my truck pull up, or had set it up before.i must have been loud because all three dogs came outside. I get down to crawl in, stick my arms in first and bam. I slip and smack my face. My wife had put soap and water on the tile in front on the door. I kind of get stuck and out of no where bagheera grabs me and starts humping me. I struggle to get free and inside the door. Now I’m all scratched up, back bleeding, tattoo bleeding, dogs all worked up. I go to bedroom and the door is locked. Now I’m mad so I starting knocking asking her what the fuck! I just smacked my face, bagheera molested me, and I’m fucking bleeding. I can hear her laughing so I say fuck this. I go to the closet and no shit, she had taken all the blankets out. Remember, she used soap and water so I’m also wet and cold. Whatever, I go to the couch, and I hadn’t noticed, but she had taken all the cushions and put them in the bedroom. It was a shitty night but I have to give it to her. It was kind of funny. Hopefully bobby gets a kick out of that story. 7 years later she’s still mean and I have a shit load of tattoos
Vic. I just have a visual ..lmaoIt’s no secret my wife is mean and I’m an idiot she told me not to get a tattoo when we first got married. I’m not sure what tattoo it was anymore, but I think it was the dead Mary on my forearm. Anyway, I didn’t listen and I went. When she got home I wasn’t there, and she knew exactly where I was. She text me and said don’t bother coming home tonight. I went home, and no shit she had dead bolted the front door, and locked the garage. Well I’m smarter than the average idiot. We had a 100lb Doberman named bagheera. He had a big dog door in the back slider. So no problem, I crawled my silly ass in there, fresh tattoo and all. My wife either heard my coming in, or she had already locked the door to the bedroom. Fuck it, grab a blanket from the hall closet, and hit the couch. Went to work and no surprise she’s not talking to me. I believe it was a Friday, and I went to the bar or something, because it was already late when I got home. Again, front door and garage locked. Oh well, I know what to do. I go around back and get down to crawl in. Again, I don’t know if my wife heard my truck pull up, or had set it up before.i must have been loud because all three dogs came outside. I get down to crawl in, stick my arms in first and bam. I slip and smack my face. My wife had put soap and water on the tile in front on the door. I kind of get stuck and out of no where bagheera grabs me and starts humping me. I struggle to get free and inside the door. Now I’m all scratched up, back bleeding, tattoo bleeding, dogs all worked up. I go to bedroom and the door is locked. Now I’m mad so I starting knocking asking her what the fuck! I just smacked my face, bagheera molested me, and I’m fucking bleeding. I can hear her laughing so I say fuck this. I go to the closet and no shit, she had taken all the blankets out. Remember, she used soap and water so I’m also wet and cold. Whatever, I go to the couch, and I hadn’t noticed, but she had taken all the cushions and put them in the bedroom. It was a shitty night but I have to give it to her. It was kind of funny. Hopefully bobby gets a kick out of that story. 7 years later she’s still mean and I have a shit load of tattoos
RIP
Yes it does.Still hurts..
Bobby was a great guy.