 Laffing Devils the true story...
Alot of people on
here like to hate on the show the Devil's Ride. They make fun of it and say that
it is not fake. I thought I would take a moment to tell about my time as a
Laffing Devil
A couple years ago I decided I wanted to get into the club life so after approaching several people I found
out that the baddest and the best club was the LD. I won't bore you with the
details but as time went on I became a prospect. Being a prospect was hard, it
was hard to learn how to ride a motorcycle with shorts on, I also had a real
hard time finding red converse all stars in the mens section of shoe
departments. Probably the hardest part of all was learning how to bend my cap
bill up. For years I had worn my cap like a normal person and I always thought
bending the bill up would be stupid. But as I looked myself over in the mirror
in my leather cut with jean shorts on and my red converse all
stars and hat bill flipped up I realized...I looked like one of the coolest
mothers on the planet.
I will say this to all those people who have never
been in the "club" life, it is extremely grueling and takes a toll on your body.
We were riding our bikes 1 sometimes even 2 times per week for minutes at a
time. I remember one week where I bet we put 20 miles on our bikes. Don't ask us
how we made it through that but I guess we are just tougher then you "wanna be
bikers".
HOW I EARNED MY PATCH
We were
at a rally when a member of one of the "big" clubs made fun sandmans under bite
and called snubz short. Well after they dried their tears and sandman took his
nap (sandman had to take a two hour nap everyday otherwise he was cranky which
is how he got his nickname) we decided it was time to go to war the "big boys".
Later that night I went over to the members house to seek some revenge. I got
out of the car (we don't ride our bikes after dark) locked and loaded and ready
to fire. I began to fire off rounds of toilet paper into the trees in that front
yard. By the time I was done you couldn't even see the house for all the toilet
paper in the trees. To top it all off I went to the front door rang the doorbell
and took off running. I can only imagine his face to answer the door and find
out there was nobody there. As I was on my way back to the clubhouse (which was
really a treehouse in the back of snubz moms yard) it hit me that I had just
pulled off the most dangerous and violent act in the history of the Laffing
Devils.
By the time I got back to the clubhouse (treehouse) the rest of
the club was already on high alert. Our security around the clubhouse was no
joke we had guard kittens and constantly filled water balloons and super soakers
ready to soak any unwanted guest. The guard kittens were meowing ferociously and
one of the club members didn't immdeiately recognize me and almost threw a water
baloon at me. As I went in to the clubhouse everyone was doing our club cheer
they gave me my patches and showered me with what I thought was motor oil. I
later found it was capri sun, grape juice, and appletinis. I had made it I WAS A
LAFFING DEVIL.
BAD OUT
Over the next few months life moved at
breakneck speed. I was in constant trouble with the law (multiple parking
violations, and was ssshhhed by a librarian on several occasions). We were in
constant violent gang wars with rival clubs. The danger was just becoming too
much I was burnt out on rolling peoples houses and egging peoples bikes. One
night at a bar we got into a huge silly string fight with Syn Mob I got hit in
the eye with some silly string and it itched for days I knew then I had to get
out or I was going to wind up with something like a scraped knee or worse dead.
I told the club I was done and turned in my cut. I knew it wouldn't be that easy
that i was going to be "beat out". Little did I know that literally meant being
beaten. I was scared they would kill me and they almost did. They held me down
and hit me with pillows and tickled me until I peed my shorts. I thought my skin
was going to rip because they were scrubbing my back really hard with water and
soap to remove my temporary Laffing Devils tatoo. I was lucky to get out alive
and since then I have never looked back.
So for all you wanna bees that
hate on things you don't understand you might wanna watch your mouth before you
end up with a yard full of tp or a kick me sign on your back. If you got any
questions about the club just ask I will give you a straight answer. but homies,
do not say my club is fake I am living proof that it is real. |
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