Thought I was gonna hafta tie this dude in knot the other night. I don't think he realized just how hot, and serious, I was when I told him to STFU, and GTFO. He stuck his hand in his pocket when I got up right in his face, damn near nose to nose. I told him that what ever came out of that pocket better be something he wanted to get beat to death with. I don't think he had anything in that pocket. It'd been hell if I was wrong, though.
Another guy that was there said I took a pretty heavy hand with the guy, seeing as it wasn't my house, and all. I told him that the owner wasn't there, I have keys to the joint, and paid for part of the fucking place, and if he didn't like he could leave, too. He admitted none of it was really any of his business, but he would inform the owner what went on. I offered him my phone, and said "Speed dial #3, or push the face button and say "Call Joe."
He declined.
This was almost a week ago and I'm still a little pissed about it.
BTW, first dude is like five-ten or eleven, weighs all of 140 lbs. And 135 of it is mouth. I don't know how he's lived this long.
I don't know how I've lived this long.
People, man, pfft.
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