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» False Economies

False Life?
Edit: What I meant to say was that I bought a weed whacker and it didn't work, so I returned it for a better one.
(Sat 28th Jun 2014, 8:42, More)

» What Makes You Cry?

When I gulp a beer and a giant bubble goes down my esophagus

(Sat 9th Aug 2014, 3:30, More)

» Hidden talents

I'm Evil
I have talent for being a sociopath and getting my way despite other people's consequences.

(On side note, I have been spelling perfectly without spell check lately since I quit smoking about 3 weeks ago -- also, I ax murdered my BFF yesterday)
(Sat 19th Apr 2014, 6:48, More)

» Petty Officials

I got arrested because my older brother bullied on someone in high school
My mission was to drive out and get the Chinese food for the hungry pot heads of the house. My journey did not end well.

I made it about two miles up race street when I get pulled over by a town cop. I knew I didn't do anything wrong, so obviously he is profiling my red Honda? I was prepared to deal with the routine, license, registration, insurance, etc. Nope... "Get out the car", was his first word upon encounter. I did, and he proceeded to accusing me of drinking and driving. (I did not drink, nor had I done any weed or anything -- sober as it gets)

My efforts to convince this idiot that I'm sober made absolutely no difference. After about a half hour of him harassing me and not getting what he wanted, he decided that I'm drunk. He put me in cuffs, had my car towed to the impound, and took me to the station.

At the station, they made me blow into the INTOXIZER 6000! I blew a 0.00. Of course, the officers (cunts) say, "Our mistake, do you need a ride home"? I said I wanted my car back. They said not possible because it's already at impound and they are closed now.

At this point I was so pissed off I declined a ride back and walked back. By the time I got back the house my mates had assumed I was dead or something. After explaining the hell I had just went through with Officer Fippin, my brother pipes up and says, "Tomas Fippin?, Oh... that's why he was fucking with you".

Turns out, Officer Fippin had a grudge and couldn't get to my brother, so he ran rough shot over me in hopes it would screw with my with him.

I had to pay $80 to get my car out of impound the next morning, my brother accepted no responsibility and I'm no wiser of a man because of any of this. I guess don't be a younger brother is the lesson.
(Fri 28th Mar 2014, 2:27, More)

» Fantasists

uhhh
I like money.
(Sun 8th Jun 2014, 7:27, More)
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