my friend buys them and gives them to me.
i currently have:
a pink hippo
a yellow giraffe
an orange flamingo
and im not sure what the last one is. it looks like a fucked up ostrich
theyre expensive as hell. idk why she wants em
let's steal Chinese dishes or stroll round the block, cause either way ya play it, we'll be taking a wok.
anybody remember snap bracelets? thos little braclets you would wear and if a guy/girl broke them off your wrist you would have to do some sexual act bullshit? except everyone who wore them was like 12 years old and emo?
"im invincible, nobody and nothing can tell me otherwise"-me
So this is back in elementary school. I stole like twenty pogs from my brother and went out into the courtyard confident and proud. I lose all but two pogs. My arch-nemesis (yeah I had one of those back then) challenges me to a ten per-side game, and I can't back down. So in order to play this game, I had to win three straight games against kids with multi-dollar smashers, and me a rock (lost mine in one of the games).
I actually win the three games, then use six pogs and my pokemon red (I had blue so this wasn't a big deal) for a smasher and I think ten dollars, and his dog (this part of the trade was later halted by his parents).
I use my new smasher to defeat my enemy, then return home just in time to give my brother back his twenty pogs before my mom got home.
This story was super-intense because if I got in trouble, I wouldn't be able to play in an upcoming hockey tournament.
that is a pretty badass pog story. It sounds like you had an addiction to pog gambling. You had to watch out when you played those high stakes for keeps games. Lost some damn good pogs because of that.