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Message: [QUOTE="BlazeOrange, post: 1251366, member: 683"] I get out of the Navy, my brother's famous, his fame is exploding. I'm real proud of that. You know what I mean. I'm getting to hang out with people that I only read about in magazines and seen on the screen somewhere. And you know, I was a huge Doug Marrone fan. That's the first person that I would say that out of all the celebrities that I met, that I was starstruck. He comes out the room and I look at him and I'm not kidding, man I seen like an orange. His aura or whatever, I seen it. It was orange. We started kicking it and he was mad pimpin’, man, which was, you know, right up my alley. He'd walk up to any chick and lick the whole side of their face and say: "I'm Doug Marrone, skank. Enjoy yourself. Hehehehhehe." We got closer, started hanging out. So at night, we would all be getting crazy and wild. And if I was hanging with Doug, he had this thing with me where he used to always like mess with me, man. I don't know what started it. Things escalated to the point where, you know, my man got too familiar and I'd ended up having to whoop his butt, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually, he's a habitual linestepper. First time, you know, I had to end up whooping his butt was in Chucks. We walk up into the VIP section and I'm looking around to see who's there, looking at the girls and everything and all of the sudden I heard someone go: "BLAZE ORANGE!” and he punches me in the forehead! That was cold blooded, in my dictionary! He had this ring on to commemorate this Cherry Bowl game he had played in. And this was imprinted in my head for at least a week. Everybody else thought that that was the funniest thing. And so that threw me in a weird space cause I'm like 'Yeah, this is Doug Marrone, he's a saint.” Maybe I'm overreacting, I actually went there. Maybe I shouldn't do nothing, but my ghetto side was goin' “Yo, stomp this mofo out right here.' What the heck is wrong with him?” I waited cuz I knew what hotel he was staying in. I shot up to the hotel, went up to his room and knocked on the door. I go in there and he said: “Blaze Orange! I'm Doug Marrone fool!” and he smacked me again! He had his hand cocked to throw another right hand. When he was coming for it, I just came BWOW! Caught him with a front kick. I kicked the crap out of him. BWOW! I told him that he was wrong for what he did to me earlier. What he did to my face. He said: “I'm sorry Blaze Orange. It was an accident, I was having too much fun. I offer you a truce, the stickiest of the icky. You wanna smoke with your old boy Doug Marrone?” I told him that, my forehead was bumpin' man and he said: “Now that you mention it, I think I'm bleeding inside my chest. But, I got the medicine. Hey cheerleader, come over here and have sex with Blaze Orange! I'm Saint Doug!” That was how that particular incident ENDED, but it wasn't the last time I had to whoop his butt. [/QUOTE]

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