The Tracksuit Mafia!

What do you get when 4 assholes dressed alike in tracksuits? That’s right, you get the #tracksuit mafia. An idea months in the making… I would have posted this yesterday, but there were issues.[1] Where do I begin? Well, I guess a good old fashion time line is in order.[2]


The Tracksuit Mafia...

  • Made a trip to Chocolate bears house and picked up a bottle of Jack, Bushmills, Vodka, 2 Jagers, a Red Bull, and a pimp cup.

Pimp Cup in Hand... Yes that went everywhere with us.

  • Back to the Honey Comb Hideout for an hour long pre-game.

Chocolate Bear "thugged out" with Winston

  • Crew shows up and nick-names were picked. I was Micky 4 knuckles.[3]
  • The power hour concludes and we roll to our normal spot where we met up with some friends. Our bar tab was dutifully named “the guido’s” tab.

Gotta love your "friends"

  • We did not pay for that tab… someone we met there did, cause they thought we were awesome.[4] Also, there were some really weird guys trying to convince Chocolate Bear he needed to fight in the MMA. It was weird.

Guy that picked up our tab

  • We decided we needed to go to the local strip club, because, well, where else do 4 guys in tracksuits go? On the way there, we were cut off by some drunk asshole that called the big guy a “nigger”. Now, usually there would have been violence in this situation[5] but there was a cop right next to us with some other drunk asshole pulled over. This set the tone for the rest of the night.
  • Hit the strip club hard! They were also having a costume contest, which we were convinced we would win… Not really, especially when strippers entered. Damn. We did get on stage and saunter around though. At is at this point where we decided to use fake accents, not on the strippers, but everyone else around us. When asked about my costume, I used the line “sorry, my English, no, so good”. I had several people yelling the same thing they originally said and I did not laugh, instead I went with, “oh, kusstume? Oh da, kusstume! Me gangsta…Bang..Bang, while making a gun from my fingers. It was classic, because they bought into my bullshit.
  • Rolled out of the strip club and this is where is gets a bit, um, fuzzy.

These were the shots, but I have no idea where we were...

  • I think we might have stopped off for Jager shots, but I really can’t be certain it was that night. We did end up in a more upscale neighborhood and at this one bar/club where a lot of cougar hunting is done. I decided Jimbo needed to bag himself a couger. Though, every time we go there the bouncer gives us a hard time about the way we are dressed. I am all, “come on bro, tracksuits! You are required by law to let us in.” He did and he shouldn’t have. We walked in and the place was dead. Slammed a single drink and bailed. On the way out I said something to the effect of I hate you or wtf. The doorman just laughed at us. Rightfully so.
  • As we are rolling down the street going to meet up with our friend, a truck in front of us was screwing around and it pissed off Chocolate Bear (CB), so he honked the horn.[6] The guy in front of us got out of the truck and so did CB. Me, J, and Jimbo were still in the back watching, as CB can handle himself…except, 3 other dudes got out and approached. So, the 3 of us in the back got out and we were confronted by an entire family reunion. Seriously, 3 cars were behind us and 2 cars in the 7-11 parking lot, equallying 30 about 30 dudes to the 4 of us. By this point I had conceded that I was going to get punched in the face.[7] It was as if the gangs of New York was remade and everyone was wearing Fubu.

Imagine this scene, only in Fubu.

  • Somehow, we managed to get out unscathed. There was people yelling 5-0 and it might have helped. Regardless, it was something that I never thought would happen. I am so glad nothing went down, cause that’s the kind of shit that ends up on the news.
  • We finally made it to our friend’s bar. I walked in and ordered a beer, only to be denied, because we got there right at two.
  • Things went fuzzy again and food was involved at some point. It was pretty rough.
  • Woke up to see a buffet from Krystals had been consumed and noticed several bottles of Jager empty along with 100’s of beer bottles. Insane.
  • Watched the Florida Gators kick the shit out of Georgia!
  • Started it all over again. My costume started out as the guy who was too hung over to make a costume, then I switched to being a “transformer.” I start out as a regular guy, then by the end of the night, I am a drunk asshole.

Jimbo as Ashe


Ahh, choices...To be good or to be bad.


When you try to smoke celery, you know you have had too much to drink.


Doing what he does best


And I am done...

That is the story of this last weekend. Thank you…

[1] The issue was I was still hung over on Monday and it was vicious.


[2] Sorry, I really wanted to try something different, but I am too challenged today.

[3] Think Franky 4 fingers, but more Irish.

[4] Umm, cause we are awesome!

[5] All of us would have gotten out of the car and kicked his ass.

[6] Now, in most situations, the next series of events would have gone way different.

[7] I am pretty, but I can take a punch or two when needed.



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24 responses to “The Tracksuit Mafia!

  1. Wow. Words actually fail me.

    That said, your night sounds rather epic. If that’s what a typical night out with you is like, then I may have to wait until I get sworn in and allowed to practice law.

    Yeah, so much for political office. No, this was not typical by any means.

  2. Marie

    First of all, always make love, not war. It will save from many a-brawl.

    Second your costumes? FRACKING AWESOME. Glad you went with the hat rather than the wig with the track suit. Two thumbs up and a high five.

    Third I am just very happy that you boys did not end up in a gay bar, but rather a strip club. No repeats of what happened during your Australia trip.

    1) Agreed. I was very happy nothing happened.
    2) Thanks for the back up on that, I was really torn… it did what I needed it to do.
    3) Lol, so am I. So am I.

  3. k8

    Um. This just makes me tired. And old.

    Aww come on now!

  4. Oh hell yeah- this looks like an awesome night!! You def. could of hung with us. I just don’t think I could have handled the gang of Fubu heads.

    Just imagining it, by brain was filled with a thousand whispering voices all saying…..”douuuuuchhhhhheeee”

    Oh yes, I can always hang… I couldn’t handle it myself. I am still like, how did that happen?

  5. I’m sure I’ve got something to say, however, I am currently giggling and snarfing too much to compose my thoughts….

    Though, I feel like Winston could have brought it to a whole nother level…should have brought him.

    Winston had a gold chain on as well!

  6. I ❤ your bullet point blogs.

    It really puts things in perspective.

  7. I’d like to note, just SEEING the alcohol is making my stomach churn


    Lol, awww.

  8. And not a SINGLE camera photo from inside the strip club?

    It’s like I don’t even know you any more.

    My friend tried, but we were denied. Something about exploiting single mom’s.

  9. f.B

    “Imagine this scene, only in Fubu.”

    Best imagery ever.

    It was chaos my friend.

  10. I would love to see The Gangs of New York- FUBU Edition.

    I would so go see that!

  11. Also, how did smoking celery work out for him?

    It was too wet, couldn’t get it to light.

  12. We discussed jager. It’s STILL making me want to vomit all hardcore. I hate you. And the devil and angel? Meh.

    Just cause you have a weak stomach doesn’t mean you should hate. Just sayin.

  13. Always a good idea to yell “5-0” when greatly outnumbered. This is a good tip to remember.

    Funny thing, our driver (my friends girlfriend) is the one that yelled it.

  14. “It was as if the gangs of New York was remade and everyone was wearing Fubu.”

    Muahahaha .. you’re hilarious. This was quite the weekend, crazy !

    Yeah, it certainly got away from us.

  15. Next time? VIDEO.

    Now that would have been interesting.

  16. Kendall

    I want that PIMP glass.

    The PIMP cup keeps the PIMP hand strong!

  17. i don’t really know what to say right now….. this happens a lot with you lately. but i’m glad you went with the hat and not the fro. i like it.

    also, you guys are adorable in a way that still makes me want to talk massive shit about you with JAG.

    Please, you know you can’t resist our sexiness! Tracksuit=Pure Sex

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  19. this is a lot of awesome. tracksuits! fubu gangs! near-beatings! what a weekend..

    Yeah, I am ready for a break to be honest.

  20. You just made me wish I knew you in real life. I would have laughed non-stop I’m thinking. Laughed in a good way, of course.

    and you would have been welcome with us!

  21. ha. some of my guy friends did the exact same thing!

    Cause they follow me on twitter!

  22. So, you all went as Turtle?

    Lol, yes!

  23. wait, those were costumes?
    Cuz I’m totally hot for the guy on the left that looks like an Irish Car Bomber.

    Actually, he wears his all the time…

  24. oh my fuckin god…that is awesome

    i’m jealous


    Aww, thanks!

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