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Why Can't You Quit Me?
Apr. 9th, 2008 03:35 pmWhile stopping in Oklahoma for the weekend, I ran into that coward again.
In an attempt to prove his bravery, he shoved me... from behind. Nothing happened after that except for some weak-ass wrestling. He managed to scrape himself up on my jacket, as well as have an earring pulled out.
Pure coincidence, we were working for the same company on this site. The dumb motherfucker decided to assault me, in public, a few yards away from the cops, on our way to work.
If we had the body, he would've been fired on the spot, but we needed someone to pretend to be a pushmonkey.
The rest of the weekend was spent with him scowling and making faces, while he alienated himself from everyone he worked for. Chances are pretty good he will never work for this company again. Which means he can go back to his more natural profession, sucking dick for coke.
No further incidents, except for someone decided to write things on his girlfriend's truck and key it up a little. Blame was assigned to me, except according to the pictures on my camera, it looks like the scratches are from bad driving, and that's not my handwriting. Also, if it was me, I think we all know what would've been written on their truck. Can anyone guess.
And it would've been done with spraypaint and a cinderblock.
Anyways, his still pissed off that I'm 'talking shit on the internet'.
Yeah? Am I really? It's not 'talking shit' if it's the truth.
Boy, if you believe what I've written about you is incorrect, and you feel my assessment of your character is also in error, feel free to let me know. Respond here, or in an e-mail, letting me know what's up.
If you were a man, you would've done that in the first place. Prove I'm wrong, prove you're not a goddamned coward.
Also, ask why your girlfriend still talks about me, and reads my journals, and spends the entire day staring at me. My co-workers noticed her rubbing her greasy eyeballs all over me as I was working out in the sun.
Did she tell you how she cried when I kissed my wife in front of her? I bet she didn't.
I bet she hasn't told you she's cheated on you as well.
But that's not here or there, let's stick to one subject at a time.
Tell me how you're NOT a cunt-faced coward, and I'll remove what I posted.
Or stop reading it, you pussy. Or maybe you liked how I kissed you?
In an attempt to prove his bravery, he shoved me... from behind. Nothing happened after that except for some weak-ass wrestling. He managed to scrape himself up on my jacket, as well as have an earring pulled out.
Pure coincidence, we were working for the same company on this site. The dumb motherfucker decided to assault me, in public, a few yards away from the cops, on our way to work.
If we had the body, he would've been fired on the spot, but we needed someone to pretend to be a pushmonkey.
The rest of the weekend was spent with him scowling and making faces, while he alienated himself from everyone he worked for. Chances are pretty good he will never work for this company again. Which means he can go back to his more natural profession, sucking dick for coke.
No further incidents, except for someone decided to write things on his girlfriend's truck and key it up a little. Blame was assigned to me, except according to the pictures on my camera, it looks like the scratches are from bad driving, and that's not my handwriting. Also, if it was me, I think we all know what would've been written on their truck. Can anyone guess.
And it would've been done with spraypaint and a cinderblock.
Anyways, his still pissed off that I'm 'talking shit on the internet'.
Yeah? Am I really? It's not 'talking shit' if it's the truth.
Boy, if you believe what I've written about you is incorrect, and you feel my assessment of your character is also in error, feel free to let me know. Respond here, or in an e-mail, letting me know what's up.
If you were a man, you would've done that in the first place. Prove I'm wrong, prove you're not a goddamned coward.
Also, ask why your girlfriend still talks about me, and reads my journals, and spends the entire day staring at me. My co-workers noticed her rubbing her greasy eyeballs all over me as I was working out in the sun.
Did she tell you how she cried when I kissed my wife in front of her? I bet she didn't.
I bet she hasn't told you she's cheated on you as well.
But that's not here or there, let's stick to one subject at a time.
Tell me how you're NOT a cunt-faced coward, and I'll remove what I posted.
Or stop reading it, you pussy. Or maybe you liked how I kissed you?
