Wednesday, February 04, 2004
The other day when my friend Tasha and I went down to the local mortuary to get a birthday gift for my mom, this wigger dude with blood dripping down his nose walked up to us and and asked me to light his cigarette. Naturaly I refused because he was cracked out of his mind and it was allready lit. He took a swing at me only landing him in one of Tasha's headlocks. So I got a free present for my mom! In the process of putting him into the car, Tasha bit a hole in his ankle. Bastard was bleeding the entire way home. We made a nice chair out of him. Email me and I'll send you a picture. After we cleaned up the workroom Tasha went home, and I started out to a party my preist was having up the road. First I had to go by McDonalds and pick Boreka up from work. The stupid idoit had been getting complaints all day that the kool-aid machine had been spiked with some Portirican rum, so he was trying to hang himself with french fries. I paid for that rum too. Happy Birthday Mom!
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