Instead of wasting money on that gay ass camera he could have bought an even bigger shovel, or a 9. The camera didn't save him from that frontcore beatdown.
Fuck you BT you son of a cock sucking bitch fucking get off the braincore bullshit your not funny and your not impressing anyone nobody fucking likes you and god hates you and your mom left you at wal-mart for lsd to rape you to get you the fuck away you deformed extra chromosone nubbed porch monkey
dik, they were neighbors, and the guy's outta jail.... i saw them both on an interview, and the best part is, the other neighbors (you cant see them in the footage) were standing in their doorways cheering for the guy with the shovel, to keep beating him... all the neighbors described the victim as a douche bag and were trying to get him to move out of the area, prior to the incedent....
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Comments to Shovel Beatdown
Fuck yea, way to put your back into it.
dat aint no fukkin beatdown, watch my ass get curb-stomped in american history x
now thats funny
whats with the kiss?
now that's not funny
"Where fences aren't an issue." He's going to Disneyworld?
Oh no. Fences are a big deal in Disneyworld.
I think they mean mexico...they just find ways around the fence
Instead of wasting money on that gay ass camera he could have bought an even bigger shovel, or a 9. The camera didn't save him from that frontcore beatdown.
how can front be core...
Fuck it son get on your limb joints and give me some friendcore mind brain you whore, and for the record,
Fuck You DeCamillo.
Fuck you BT you son of a cock sucking bitch fucking get off the braincore bullshit your not funny and your not impressing anyone nobody fucking likes you and god hates you and your mom left you at wal-mart for lsd to rape you to get you the fuck away you deformed extra chromosone nubbed porch monkey
awwwww.... How cute. Bicho has a new friend.
fuck you JTK
You know your really starting to get forward with this whole "I like to fuck guys" thing there bitch
JustSwallowedADrumcore go and thank your mum for that wonderful dinner you ungreatfull little fat nutjob.
lmao... did drumrave just say porchmonkey?
He's not trying to be racist, he just thinks it's something he could eat.
holy shit..landscaping is tough
Those shovels can jump out and get you anywhere.
i wonder if they're neighbors or colleagues?
neither anymore i guess..considering the attempt murder charge
I think this guy got a bit of time in the joint after this.
ya probably years for this little episode
Until they found out the neighbor with the cameras was actually a pedophile...
dik, they were neighbors, and the guy's outta jail.... i saw them both on an interview, and the best part is, the other neighbors (you cant see them in the footage) were standing in their doorways cheering for the guy with the shovel, to keep beating him... all the neighbors described the victim as a douche bag and were trying to get him to move out of the area, prior to the incedent....
See I was right...
Ya, there is usually more than meets the eye, I bet that felt good to clock that fucker upside the head
I love Tussionex.
then i love you! but thats prolly cause im fucked up on the rest of the bottle right now...
lucky bastard
was that really worth a few years in prison? fucking moron
go get your self in a dispute with your neighbor over a shared fence and you can find out
MENDING WALL
Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
If me and Antshit were neighbors, I'd put that fuck under the wall.
good call
lol hank
M...M...M....Monster Repost
take it easy on UT...
Motherfucker fell from one hit of a shovel not even in the head. I would have ran him over with the lawnmower.
Yeah, let's see you get hit by a shovel.