"That was the guy!"
and I say, "THAT WAS THE FUCKING GUY!"
and Brian says, "That was the guy?"
Me, "YEAH THAT WAS THE GUY!"
Brian, not thinking or something, yells out, "HEY! WERE YOU THE GUY THAT CALLED THE COPS ON US?"
The guy didn't turn around or anything, he just kept with his business. A few minutes later he came back to our table (which happened to be the same table we were sitting at on the knife-night) and said, "Yeah, I'm the guy that called the MPs on you. You got a problem with that?"
Brian, "Nope."
Then Brian just looked away and tried to ignore him while I shot the asshat a look of scowl.
The guy continuted to stand there for what seemed to be an eternity. Time seems to stretch when you're looking at an ugly short fucker. Yeah, he was standing there for like 3 seconds when I started arguing with him.
You have to understand, I hate this guy. Hes a complete asshole, possibly the biggest I've ever met. He ruined my shit on "knife-night" and I felt like saying a few words. Not only is he a bitch to me and Brian, but even to Shannon's mom. Her grandpa and some other guy died or something, and this bastard almost didn't let her go home to visit her relatives. I hope this bastard's whole family explodes in a freak car accident, where they're all driving down the highway, his mom and pops ram into his wife and kids at 70 MPH and then the following cars are the rest of his family and they just pile up on top and its a firey hellhole.
Maybe thats a bit harsh. OK, I change that. I hope he gets the shit kicked out of him in an alley somewhere and bleeds to death internally from the broken ribs stabbing through his organs. His family might be OK, but probably not.
Yeah, back to the story. So I said something, I don't know what exactly, but I was sure not to insult him or say anything remotely close to harassment, because I know this crybaby pussy would try to charge me with it.
The conversation went something like this:
"Yeah, why did you call the MPs?"
"Because you guys were sitting there cutting up paper and the tables." (OH! NOW THE TABLES ARE INVOLVED!? BITCH!)
(Shannon is trying to hide at this point and whispering "Shut up!" at me)
"Tables? No, we were cutting paper."
"The paper was on the table and you were slicing them both."
"I dont see any slices through this table."
"Thats because they replaced the table." (LIE!)
"No they didn't."
"Yeah they did"
"No."
Then he left and went to his office to call and taddle to Shannons mommy about the non-rednecks at the Townhouse who made him feel like a bitch. Afterwards he probably started crying and needed to change his diaper.
That table was not replaced. All those tables have little bullshit scratches in them, you couldn't even tell we had been there. Unless we went and sliced up every single goddamned table in the Townhouse, oh wait, our knives were taken away.
Shannon had nothing to do with the conversation except she happened to be there and she happened to know him. I will now repeat to you every word she said to him.
"HI."
I have just repeated every word Shannon said to Mr. Redneck-Asshole.
Yeah. So the asshole called Shannon's mom and told her that Shannon was harassing him or something. Shannon got in trouble, blah blah blah. I don't really know whats going on there because I haven't talked to her yet, but I read her BLOG (Jan 30, 04)and it says something about trouble and hoo-ha. Whatever.
The stupid redneck pigfucking inbred crybaby asshole who loves incest got his revenge on a completely innocent victim. Shannon.
Maybe I should call the cops on him for... HARASSMENT!
But then again, they already hate me. Why do they hate me? Check back for Part III and find out.
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