ICING ON THE FOOKIN CAKE:
On Halloween some kooked up asshat hit my truck while I was working, then drove off. I saw him drive away and chased him down three blocks on foot to catch his dumbass. Then he denied that he hit me for half an hour until I told him I was going to call the CHP. Then he told me he had no license, registration or insurance. Long story short, I took him to court and won a judgment against him for $1400 (he didn't even show up, the pussy). I bumped into him two days ago and asked him if he was going to give me my fuckin money to which he responded that he didn't want to pay me that much. I then enlightened him that if he wanted to bitch, he should have come to court for the original hearing, but he's dumbshit fuckstick asshole and didn't understand why I wouldn't just let him fix my bumper himself. Now I have to spend another $60 to serve him w/ a Debtor's exam and take him back to court @ which point he must agree to pay me or have an arrest warrant put out for him. All I want to do is get my truck fixed so I can sell it to pay for my PIERCING APPRENTICESHIP but he doesn't fucking care because he's a fat-ass, smelly, cockmouthed-shitfuck-fuckface.
whoo...sorry...pissed
I'm really not that much of an asshole in person; that was just my inner-monologue escaping onto the page.
On Halloween some kooked up asshat hit my truck while I was working, then drove off. I saw him drive away and chased him down three blocks on foot to catch his dumbass. Then he denied that he hit me for half an hour until I told him I was going to call the CHP. Then he told me he had no license, registration or insurance. Long story short, I took him to court and won a judgment against him for $1400 (he didn't even show up, the pussy). I bumped into him two days ago and asked him if he was going to give me my fuckin money to which he responded that he didn't want to pay me that much. I then enlightened him that if he wanted to bitch, he should have come to court for the original hearing, but he's dumbshit fuckstick asshole and didn't understand why I wouldn't just let him fix my bumper himself. Now I have to spend another $60 to serve him w/ a Debtor's exam and take him back to court @ which point he must agree to pay me or have an arrest warrant put out for him. All I want to do is get my truck fixed so I can sell it to pay for my PIERCING APPRENTICESHIP but he doesn't fucking care because he's a fat-ass, smelly, cockmouthed-shitfuck-fuckface.
whoo...sorry...pissed
I'm really not that much of an asshole in person; that was just my inner-monologue escaping onto the page.
the staples are slightly pissed off today cuz i hit em on an armrest in class. other than that theyre fantastic
do you like flogging molly? gabe might have an extra ticket for the show tomorrow night