Born2BKing
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Well fukk you then nikka. Ol I'll proof I'm a real man when I show up my mother but still get punked out at school everyday ass lesbian looking nikka.
The Moment in time when your Mother eats a bowl full of ether...
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beenz
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We've all been there.
There comes a time in a Man or Womans' life when you have to give a freshly baked humble thyself pie to moms. When something minor takes place, and she wants to flex on your matured young adult body, and she realizes that the buck has finally stopped. Its sad, but you see your mother crumble before your eyes as she realizes the young child she birthed can no longer be controlled with physical violence.
I remember mine:
Twas a afternoon in the streets of Crown Heights, Brooklyn, and I had somewhere to be. I believe a game or practice () , but moms had other plans that involved something along the lines of removing sauce and edible debris from dining materials using soap and a sponge.
I told her I'd do it later, when I come back.
She was on the phone, so she decided to play HNIC to one of her buddies or my aunts. Her Flex memory kicked in, and she started howling like a banshee. I restated my position, and she decided to launch an attack.
I proceeded to get jiggy on her offense, like one of these guys in the movies when being attacked by some young piss-egg or fetus eater.
Every combination she threw was blocked and dodged until she tired herself out. She went...Sat at the dining table, and in a last ditch efffort (The extra F is for FAIL) she reached into the fruit bowl and tossed a garden variety, which was also met with blocks.
The look of defeat plastered her visage. We both looked at each other in silence as we welcomed in a new day, a new era. She sat there breathing hard
I stood there looking towards her in triumph
She had no other choice but to pardon my back, as I turned and said: I'LL DO IT WHEN I GET BACK.
Share your stories.
EDIT:
I am not by any means, IF YOU'RE A NEGRO, CO-Signing the physical or verbal abuse of your mother (except if she's you know what). I do not support that in any way, nor will it be tolerated. If you don't know, its best to ask. You don't want me on your case.
there's no way you're black with these kinda
You gotta try so hard to not ether your parents sometimes. At the same time, they have mercy on you as well. YOu both know too much about one another so if its really gonna go down it can often be mutually destruction, especially if it goes down in front of the rest of the family.
This is shameful bro. That's your mom. Should be the only woman on this earth you'd die for, and you're "defeating" her and bragging about and jesting about it makes you sound like a fukk boy. 
Congratulations on trumping your mom, dikkhead.
Congratulations on trumping your mom, dikkhead.
I'd take a bullet for my moms, sister, or my nieces, and die happily. Though, there are times you have to ether both parents but you dont talk about it.
thesandman
Peace.
It was a Sunny humid day, I think I was 17 at the time. My mother and I were embarking on our weekly trip to the laundromat. I was in a chipper mood, I remember eagerly anticipating washing my Maurice Malone jeans 
As we pulled up to the destination I noticed my Mother seemed sad and I tried to cheer her up by singing along to the tune being played by Magic 95.9
I sang in a falsetto
"leeeeeeeeets, lets stay to-gheteeeeeeeeer"
to my surprise she didn't respond to my attempt at comedy with her usual smile and chuckle. Instead I received a
http://themeatshield.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/tys.jpg
I brushed it off and went ahead to fetch the carts to load our clothes when I was frightened by the sound of what seemed like scary sherri circa 1989 cutting a promo on me. I looked around and realized it was my dear old mother. She was apparently upset that I should have done this task myself and was being a burden on her.
I was confused.
This was the first time this was ever brought up, and honestly was ridiculous. I explained that I understood but going forward maybe this could have been discussed before we arrived to the Laundromat together?
This only angered her further, and as childish of a topic this was she decided to do what most black mothers do in public.
All traces of good mood were gone, all that was left was a anger that had been built up inside fast. I took the clothes and slammed them on the ground and approached her to say, What is wrong with you?
I manhandled ALL the combined loads of clothes and I guess this sudden display of aggressiveness must have scared her. She gave me a look I never saw shot back at me before from her.
http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/Scared_person.jpg
FEAR. She looked like I was about to mush her into oblivion and force her to give me her butter crunch cookies.
That day I realized
I love my mom and later apologized. She admitted she was scared I was gonna steal on her
I would never do that. Still after that day she never came at me like that...
As we pulled up to the destination I noticed my Mother seemed sad and I tried to cheer her up by singing along to the tune being played by Magic 95.9
I sang in a falsetto
"leeeeeeeeets, lets stay to-gheteeeeeeeeer"
to my surprise she didn't respond to my attempt at comedy with her usual smile and chuckle. Instead I received a
http://themeatshield.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/tys.jpg
I brushed it off and went ahead to fetch the carts to load our clothes when I was frightened by the sound of what seemed like scary sherri circa 1989 cutting a promo on me. I looked around and realized it was my dear old mother. She was apparently upset that I should have done this task myself and was being a burden on her.
I was confused.
This was the first time this was ever brought up, and honestly was ridiculous. I explained that I understood but going forward maybe this could have been discussed before we arrived to the Laundromat together?
This only angered her further, and as childish of a topic this was she decided to do what most black mothers do in public.
All traces of good mood were gone, all that was left was a anger that had been built up inside fast. I took the clothes and slammed them on the ground and approached her to say, What is wrong with you?
I manhandled ALL the combined loads of clothes and I guess this sudden display of aggressiveness must have scared her. She gave me a look I never saw shot back at me before from her.
http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/Scared_person.jpg
FEAR. She looked like I was about to mush her into oblivion and force her to give me her butter crunch cookies.
That day I realized
I love my mom and later apologized. She admitted she was scared I was gonna steal on her
I would never do that. Still after that day she never came at me like that...
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I'm too p*ssy to call her out. 
Esau = Evil
Banned
This is shameful bro. That's your mom. Should be the only woman on this earth you'd die for, and you're "defeating" her and bragging about and jesting about it makes you sound like a fukk boy.
Hey ladies of the Coli
send them pics now! WE got ralph tresvant & keith sweat up in the house tonight. get them PM's activated and let them "talk it out with you"
Listen you 2 bozo's...since you don't have reading comprehension skills, let me get it out there simple for you.
This thread is about the day your mother realized she can no longer beat you. NOT because she's scared or you threatened her (Did I not put a disclaimer at the end of the story?), but because you've grown into manhood/womanhood and her slow windup is only going to make her tired. The blows will have no affect on you, and she realizes you're not a baby anymore and the belt or whatever else doesn't scare you. She'll have to come at you in a different way.
In a light-hearted, comedic but true manner, FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.
OK, you fakkits? Now go ahead and get your simp on, DONT MIND ME.
i go hard like caveman
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Esau = Evil
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i go hard like caveman
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Dirty_Jerz
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