I grew up near an orange grove, and when the farmers weren’t harvesting the oranges, the neighbor kids and I would make forts out of sticks and scrap wood.  One time a bunch of older kids came over to us and demanded that we give them the fort.  They were way bigger than us (and also Puerto-Rican), so we let them have it.  However, as we exited the orange grove we pegged them with rotten oranges and took turns spitting and peeing on their bikes.

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