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I was walking home along the cemetery when a Hasidic Jew shouted something at me from his car while at a stop light. He was all "Hey. Hey! Let me see your shirt!" I held my shirt out for him so he could read it. It said 'No Fat Chicks' and had a picture of a great big fat chick in a bikini eating a triple decker ice cream cone in a circle with a line through it. He laughed really hard, said something along the lines of "That's awesome man!" We gave each other the thumbs up and parted ways.
I always get great reactions to that shirt. The right women look at me scornfully, cool women (the ones I'd want to sleep with) laugh, and dudes and bros come out in support in droves. It makes me feel like a part of a secret society of bros. Great feeling.
Another time I got caught up in a gang initiation in which a man in a van with tinted windows told the inductee that he needed to finish me. Good times.
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