: when a bunch of teenage kids in south jersey gather on a friday and on special occasions, thursday nights to play "poker", until 9:00pm comes around in which, they collect various objects and proceed to stealth their way around the neighborhood launching these objects through anything from garages to
bay windows. The night always ends with the bombardment of the
fucktard ass
goblin known as the
drunk guy's house and or the
police.
There were three phases to poker night.
1. The Beginnings: poker night consisted of a small group of individuals, and used snow balls and small pebbles found on the roads.
2.The Golden Age: the group grew a little bit and the use of produce products became commonpractice.
3.The Steel Age: the group started gradually growing out of hand and the use of large rocks and cans became common practice.
4.The Fall of Poker Night: When an ass stomping fuck
mook decided that he would buy prep clothes and get new friends who were assholes. This broke up the crew creating numerous factions that led to the use of fireworks by the group named "no Fear". Afterwards, various disputes broke out creating this once loveable crew of bored kids into enemies. On one night, there was a movement to ressurect the condemmed poker night after close calls by
police. On that night,the same
asshole who turned preppy was invited in hopes of reviving the alliance.That night,he ended up shattering his friends
sister's fence with a cinder block blaming his crude actions on "being
drunk from the night before". This resulted in the permanent damnation of his role as one of our accomplices. As of that night, the poker night crew went on with their lives. To the public, which the group was once known by as "extremely bad kids" and "crusaders" by others. the core
people have now found refuge in much better things such as: 1) getting
drunk on the field trip to New York,2) getting smashed at Relay for Life, and 3)going to six flags and hershey park while completely shit faced
1)Hey guys are u ready for "poker
night" Tonight???
2)Hey, remember that
time i launched a soup can at that bedroom window?
3)
Police report number 295 clearly states that just before the accident she said "go faster i like the wind in my hair"....which later ended up getting her scrambled on the highway
