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I got this from another site, but I had to post it cuz it was funny...I dunno if anyone read this but here it goes...
It was my junior year (1994) at Ottawa Hills High School and I was dating a girl by the name of Nicole Reynolds. I'll never forget her. She was really beautiful. Long blonde/brownish hair, blue eyes, nice body and really smart. We had been seeing eachother for about a month and a half or so. Well, this guy by the name of Floyd Mayweather Jr. (which pretty much everyone in the school knew since he was winning statewide boxing championships) was in our Chemistry class (Mrs. Onye). I didn't think much of the guy. He always used to hang out with a big group of thugs and guys that dropped out of school, but would come around for school dances to hang with Floyd and his boys.
Anyways, as time went on I started noticing that he would turn around quite often and smile a lot at Nicole. Initially I didn't think anything of it, but I started noticing that Nicole would smile back and kind of give little signals until she noticed I was looking at them. I would ask her about it and she would always say that I was reading into things and that I was the only one she wanted to be with.
Well, here's Prom Night towards the end of our school year and I was obviously going with my girl. We went to the prom and had a blast. Of course guess who comes walking in wearing a white tux with the hat and cane to match looking like a Detroit pimp. We were all on the dance floor when he made his entrance. All of a sudden everyone started yelling, "Floyd! What's up!?" I swear he came walking in with like 15 dudes. Anyways, this guy Willie I knew was throwing an after party with alcohol and other things at this hotel that his uncle ran and his uncle said it was cool if he invited a whole bunch of people.
To make a long story short: we're in one of the suites which was pretty spacy and roomy and I was trashed. I was talking to a buddy of mine when I realized that I hadn't seen Nicole in almost an hour! I thought maybe she had went to another room to say hello to her friends that were there. Well, I go to use the bathroom and the door is locked. I try to open and knock when someone yells, "Go away! I'm busy." I ask this guy that was standing next to the bathroom who went in there and he said that Floyd walked in there with some chick. When he told me that two guys that were hanging out with Floyd in the suite started to snicker. I started to put two and two together and thought to myself, "****k this!" I kicked the door as hard as I could and sitting on top of the toilet seat with the lid down with his pants around his ankles was Floyd. Nicole was on her ****king knees pleasuring him. Let's just say I tried to swing on Floyd and a couple of his thug friend hit me in the back of the head. Then started kicking me. That guy Willie came up and told them to chill before someone called the cops.
He got me up and I left out of there never forgetting what the ****k that bastard Floyd did to me. To this day I can't let it go. I thought for sure that he wouldn't amount to much because of his wild ways outside boxing. Everyone pretty much knew that his dad was strung out on drugs and had done time. I always thought he was a loser and to this day he probably still is. All I'm saying is don't let that little smile fool you. The man is evil and will do whatever he wants without caring if it effects someone else.
Now hopefully all of you will understand where this hate stems from. As far as his boxing goes, I never thought he was that great. He had hand picked opponents and is a dead man walking until September when De La Hoya will knock his ass out!
This is not a BS story, this is the truth. You all wanted to know. Well, that's the story.
It was my junior year (1994) at Ottawa Hills High School and I was dating a girl by the name of Nicole Reynolds. I'll never forget her. She was really beautiful. Long blonde/brownish hair, blue eyes, nice body and really smart. We had been seeing eachother for about a month and a half or so. Well, this guy by the name of Floyd Mayweather Jr. (which pretty much everyone in the school knew since he was winning statewide boxing championships) was in our Chemistry class (Mrs. Onye). I didn't think much of the guy. He always used to hang out with a big group of thugs and guys that dropped out of school, but would come around for school dances to hang with Floyd and his boys.
Anyways, as time went on I started noticing that he would turn around quite often and smile a lot at Nicole. Initially I didn't think anything of it, but I started noticing that Nicole would smile back and kind of give little signals until she noticed I was looking at them. I would ask her about it and she would always say that I was reading into things and that I was the only one she wanted to be with.
Well, here's Prom Night towards the end of our school year and I was obviously going with my girl. We went to the prom and had a blast. Of course guess who comes walking in wearing a white tux with the hat and cane to match looking like a Detroit pimp. We were all on the dance floor when he made his entrance. All of a sudden everyone started yelling, "Floyd! What's up!?" I swear he came walking in with like 15 dudes. Anyways, this guy Willie I knew was throwing an after party with alcohol and other things at this hotel that his uncle ran and his uncle said it was cool if he invited a whole bunch of people.
To make a long story short: we're in one of the suites which was pretty spacy and roomy and I was trashed. I was talking to a buddy of mine when I realized that I hadn't seen Nicole in almost an hour! I thought maybe she had went to another room to say hello to her friends that were there. Well, I go to use the bathroom and the door is locked. I try to open and knock when someone yells, "Go away! I'm busy." I ask this guy that was standing next to the bathroom who went in there and he said that Floyd walked in there with some chick. When he told me that two guys that were hanging out with Floyd in the suite started to snicker. I started to put two and two together and thought to myself, "****k this!" I kicked the door as hard as I could and sitting on top of the toilet seat with the lid down with his pants around his ankles was Floyd. Nicole was on her ****king knees pleasuring him. Let's just say I tried to swing on Floyd and a couple of his thug friend hit me in the back of the head. Then started kicking me. That guy Willie came up and told them to chill before someone called the cops.
He got me up and I left out of there never forgetting what the ****k that bastard Floyd did to me. To this day I can't let it go. I thought for sure that he wouldn't amount to much because of his wild ways outside boxing. Everyone pretty much knew that his dad was strung out on drugs and had done time. I always thought he was a loser and to this day he probably still is. All I'm saying is don't let that little smile fool you. The man is evil and will do whatever he wants without caring if it effects someone else.
Now hopefully all of you will understand where this hate stems from. As far as his boxing goes, I never thought he was that great. He had hand picked opponents and is a dead man walking until September when De La Hoya will knock his ass out!
This is not a BS story, this is the truth. You all wanted to know. Well, that's the story.
to your mom..
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