: 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
