IT'S CRAP STORY TIME WITH PRINCESS!
todays story is called
WHY ARE PEOPLE SO BORING?
So last day in Melbourne, and I'm biking through a park.
And theres this big ass no neck looming above his huddled lady friend ,
she's demanding he give her her bag back and he's doing that thing where , if you were to write down on paper what they were saying , it would be all calm and reasonable , but it actually fact how it's being delivered is in a way that is designed to crush and bend the other person into some tiny shape so they can fit into Apeman squalid little universe.
Also the fact he has her bag in his car and is refusing to give it to her until "You Just Talk To Me Okay Coz I'm Just Saying And You Are NOt LIstening to Me Coz YOu Keep Saying Things THat are Not What I ThiNk"
So.. bad scene.
So I stop my bike a distance away, and watch it in a deliberate way, figuring it's reducing the chance things are going to escalate if there's witnesses present.
The woman goes to get her bag out of the car. The stooped knuckle of a fuck sees me looking at him, and tells me to keep biking and it's none of my business and possible suffixed by a "you Gay". I keep looking at him neutrally. He hoots his disapproval at this. She gets her bag out of the car (the knuckle draggers mate is in the car, but he does not stop her getting it) she yells at me "what are looking at go away", I apologize and say that I was just making sure nothing was getting out of hand. "she says thanks (maybe) but I'm okay you should just go" , I say okay cool, and start to head off (the shit head does not seem to be trying to stop her from leaving). The Testosterone waste product starts off at me now
(I do believe this is called "drawing argo" in that world of war craft lingo?)
not really losing his shit but dick wavingly , "IF Things DId Get Out OF hand WHAt would YOu DO huh?" I reply "I don't know man, I don't know" and continue to leave. He repeats this and bellows directives that I should come over and explain to him "What WOULd YOu Do MAN?" I leave. The woman leaves. He stands there like a lump of gurning shit.
THATs the end of our crap story "WHY ARE PEOPLE SO BORING?"
TUNe in next time for another Crap Story Time With Princess
SAILOR SCRAP PRINCESS SEZ:
I'm glad I don't live somewhere with a lot of hand guns because I would get shot at.
Although then I do could have a gun. Hmm....
SEE YA
todays story is called
WHY ARE PEOPLE SO BORING?
So last day in Melbourne, and I'm biking through a park.
And theres this big ass no neck looming above his huddled lady friend ,
she's demanding he give her her bag back and he's doing that thing where , if you were to write down on paper what they were saying , it would be all calm and reasonable , but it actually fact how it's being delivered is in a way that is designed to crush and bend the other person into some tiny shape so they can fit into Apeman squalid little universe.
Also the fact he has her bag in his car and is refusing to give it to her until "You Just Talk To Me Okay Coz I'm Just Saying And You Are NOt LIstening to Me Coz YOu Keep Saying Things THat are Not What I ThiNk"
So.. bad scene.
So I stop my bike a distance away, and watch it in a deliberate way, figuring it's reducing the chance things are going to escalate if there's witnesses present.
The woman goes to get her bag out of the car. The stooped knuckle of a fuck sees me looking at him, and tells me to keep biking and it's none of my business and possible suffixed by a "you Gay". I keep looking at him neutrally. He hoots his disapproval at this. She gets her bag out of the car (the knuckle draggers mate is in the car, but he does not stop her getting it) she yells at me "what are looking at go away", I apologize and say that I was just making sure nothing was getting out of hand. "she says thanks (maybe) but I'm okay you should just go" , I say okay cool, and start to head off (the shit head does not seem to be trying to stop her from leaving). The Testosterone waste product starts off at me now
(I do believe this is called "drawing argo" in that world of war craft lingo?)
not really losing his shit but dick wavingly , "IF Things DId Get Out OF hand WHAt would YOu DO huh?" I reply "I don't know man, I don't know" and continue to leave. He repeats this and bellows directives that I should come over and explain to him "What WOULd YOu Do MAN?" I leave. The woman leaves. He stands there like a lump of gurning shit.
THATs the end of our crap story "WHY ARE PEOPLE SO BORING?"
TUNe in next time for another Crap Story Time With Princess
SAILOR SCRAP PRINCESS SEZ:
I'm glad I don't live somewhere with a lot of hand guns because I would get shot at.
Although then I do could have a gun. Hmm....
SEE YA
zaksmith:
Scrap I read your story so now it has a comment!!
scrapprincess:
I learns this social interface yet!