Team Owned - The Beginning

It started after a wonderful meal at OTB. Four of us were left sitting at the table and we didn’t have anything to do that Saturday night. We could cruise the strip, we could watch a movie, Putt Putt, Bowling.. None of it sounded fun. So, I said “let’s wrap a house.” B-Ho’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Glenn says “I’m in,” and if you have ever met Victor then you know he had that grin on his face, the one he gets when some mischief is going down..

We had our crew and we were gonna do some damage that night..

Vegas
Victor
Glenn
B-Ho

We sat there a minute and decided on who we could get. Do we do someone random? Do we get someone we know? Whose car do we take? If we get someone we know can they trace it back to us?

After some brainstorming we decided to get Keith Pitts aka Driftin240. There were 3 big reason’s why…

1. B-Ho knew where he lived.
2. He is a pretty good buddy and there is nothing like playing a practical joke on a friend.
3. Surely he wouldn’t pin it on us. Why would we drive from Tyler?

There is a little back story to Keith though. If any of yall remember Easttexasimports.com then you might remember Grimace. I can’t for the life of me remember her real name. Her username on the forum was “sparklin integra.” Keith started up some friendly AIM chatting and whatnot. A few weeks go by and they decide to get together and meet at a car show. It’s been 5 or 6 years since this has happened and I don’t remember all the details but I do remember this..

There was a picture taken of her next to an S2000 and she made that car look like a fuckin’ Mattel brand Barbie car..

Then.. Someone photoshopped the Grimace from McDonald’s over her and the rest was history. There was massive ownage coming in Keith’s direction. He was fighting that shit off like a Spartan in 300 except he was taking a beating…

We didn’t wrap his house until a year or so after the Grimace fiasco but there was no way in hell that he wasn’t gonna get reminded of his bad judgment call. I mean don’t get me wrong, all of us have pulled or thought about pulling the fat card out of our wallet at some point. Difference between Keith and everybody else..

He brought that ton of fun out in public.. He must not know the moped rule..

So, back to that fateful Saturday night. We get to Longview and bust in Wal-Mart like gangbusters. All of us got on Black hoodie’s, sneakers, and sweatpants. Except Glenn, this fool had on some flip-flops, jeans and T-Shirt.. hahahah.. We stack Toilet Paper on the check out line with the biggest grins. We throw in a couple bottles of shaving cream and to Top it off..

A XXXXXXXLLL pair of Purple “Grimace” Panties.. OWNED..

We make our way to Keith’s house. Stake out the situation. Make a couple of Pass By’s then Park..

We were staring at his house from a ditch across the street. Adrenaline was screaming through our veins. We had all the tool’s we needed to succeed and all I was hoping for was Keith would forget about all the toilet paper, he wouldn’t pay attention to the shaving cream and those Giant Purple “Grimace” Panties would haunt his dreams. They would drive the nail in the coffin that he had been Owned by the best..

Stay tuned ladies and gents.. You don’t wanna miss the story behind the EPIC fuck up that was “OWNDED”

-veg