Maybe next time you should pick up a book on basic sentence structure so that your "stories" aren't one sentence.i bin campin for years lmao, but when i get their ,there is usually some sort of mutual agreement with sizes and it was hilarious on how bad the dude failed on trying to get the size that i wasIts getting more dead by the day so i going to let yal nigga hear a story on how some fuck stick ahead of me in line almost takes my size in the sb cords and fails at reselling. so at 10:00 PM me and my niggas at my pad chillen playin madden and than decide to scope the spot to see what up and how many niggas are there so we hop in the wip and get there that shit is a fucken ghost town. so were like fuck this lets head back to my pad and get on that madden again..few hours later 2:00Am we decide lets scope it again we head there STILL nobody there so were like wtf ererbody sleepin on them or what .... so then were like fuck it lets go somthin to eat cuz yal know we got the muchies so we fly down to micky D's and get some grub we come back to set up chairs and we see some duche bags there and we are like fuck they goin get are size (store only had one size of every size). so we park and hop out the rova and let these cats know, and ask them what size they getting.... (the dude has 2 of his homies by him) he says we'll one of my homies is just trynin to sell his spot he not really looking for a particular size and same with his other homie, so the dude ask me and my homies "what size yal getting"(so ovbiously we know there fuck boys and are trying to take are size so they could sell it to us for a rape price) so we lie to the nigga and say we are 9,9.5 and 10 ,so the main fuckboy that i was talking to says,o im getin a size 10 . so then im like wow knew it. so me and my decide to post are chairs as the night goes by more heads show up , it about 9.... and the fuck boy in front of me tells o change my mind i getting a 12, then i was like fuck thats my actual size but i obviously did not say it, so he later changes his mind over the course of 30 mins, and the dude shows up to open the store and lets one person in at a time then fuckboys come out and try to sell us the kicks in the sizes we told them we ware for 3 bills each, me and my homies start laughin so hard my face starts to hurt, wow that shit was hilarious so me and my homies walk out with our sizes still laughin,then the dude goes up to me and says i thought you guys were a size 9,9.5 and 10... then we bust out laughin even harder, by then it was hard to breath then we hop in the wip and jam . END OF STORYYou must be new. That happens at every camp out.
point is there is some snake mofos that will take your size and try to sell it to you .
*shout out to the dude thats going to tell me cool story bro