call out:Black TC lville/buford

[oneof9400]

Got off work early friday and came home to find her in bed with one of my neighbor's teenage sons. What a low down dirty whore...... who knows, maybe she did race you and just lied to me about it. I have no reason to trust her now. Oh well, life's a bitch and then you kick that bitch out in the street when you find her banging some punk kid that works at bestbuy. I'll give you her number if you want..... you'll probably stand a much better chance racing her now that half of her belongings are piled into that Scion and the other half are sitting on the curb. On the bright side..... my neighbor offered to buy me dinner and all the beer i could drink in exchange for not beating his son half to death. He's also gonna make him cut my grass all summer. The way i see it..... everything worked out in the end. This transaction could have gone a lot smoother though, i would have gladly let him bone my GF in exchange for a case of beer and a well manicured lawn for the summer. Life is funny aint it?

Well damn.... At least you'll have a great lawn and didn't have to do a damn thing about it! You get to watch some punk work his ass off while you drink a nice cold one!

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Well damn.... At least you'll have a great lawn and didn't have to do a damn thing about it! You get to watch some punk work his ass off while you drink a nice cold one!

So i pull into my drive today after a nice enjoyable ride on my motorcycle and before i can get my leg over the bike, PING! smacked right in the back of the helmet by a baseball bat. I'm usually a strong advocate against the helmet laws here in georgia, but in this case, it served it's purpose. So i quickly turn around thinking this was a robbery attempt or something and there i see my old whore of an exgirlfriend. She had jumped out of the bushes and tried to take me out. So i pull out my sidearm and point it at that crazy bitch... she's holding the bat and snarling like some kind of angry rabid dog. I express to her that i would lose a minute's sleep over putting a hollow point right through her titty. We're sitting there kind of in a stand off, so i get my phone out and dial up the police. We both sit there in a stand off for about 15 minutes until the police pull up, by this time the neighbors have already gathered around watching the drama. so 3 police cruisers pull up right about the same time, one of the officers jumps right out of the car and shoot's a nonlethal beanbag round out of his shotgun, the bag hit's that crazy whore somewhere in the stomach and disorients her. She stumbles over in the driveway and the cops dive on her, one of them blasts her with mace, the other one kneeing her in the stomach. It was hilarious. So they cuff her and put her in the back of the cruiser. The cops ask me i'm ok and an EMT checks to see if im injured. My neighbors were all astonished at how swiftly the cops handled the situation and they asked me how they knew which one of us to go after so i informed them of a secret i learned in the police academy for helping with domestic violence situations since the male is usually the one assumed at fault. You simply dial 911, soon as they pick up, just say your address and follow it up with "bitches be crazy" , that's the universal code for hostile female attacker. I had an insurance adjuster come out since the baseball bat grazed my gas tank and put a little dent in it. I think i'm gonna use the $735 towards putting up a new gate instead of fixing the dent on my bike.

[oneof9400]

So i pull into my drive today after a nice enjoyable ride on my motorcycle and before i can get my leg over the bike, PING! smacked right in the back of the helmet by a baseball bat. I'm usually a strong advocate against the helmet laws here in georgia, but in this case, it served it's purpose. So i quickly turn around thinking this was a robbery attempt or something and there i see my old whore of an exgirlfriend. She had jumped out of the bushes and tried to take me out. So i pull out my sidearm and point it at that crazy bitch... she's holding the bat and snarling like some kind of angry rabid dog. I express to her that i would lose a minute's sleep over putting a hollow point right through her titty. We're sitting there kind of in a stand off, so i get my phone out and dial up the police. We both sit there in a stand off for about 15 minutes until the police pull up, by this time the neighbors have already gathered around watching the drama. so 3 police cruisers pull up right about the same time, one of the officers jumps right out of the car and shoot's a nonlethal beanbag round out of his shotgun, the bag hit's that crazy whore somewhere in the stomach and disorients her. She stumbles over in the driveway and the cops dive on her, one of them blasts her with mace, the other one kneeing her in the stomach. It was hilarious. So they cuff her and put her in the back of the cruiser. The cops ask me i'm ok and an EMT checks to see if im injured. My neighbors were all astonished at how swiftly the cops handled the situation and they asked me how they knew which one of us to go after so i informed them of a secret i learned in the police academy for helping with domestic violence situations since the male is usually the one assumed at fault. You simply dial 911, soon as they pick up, just say your address and follow it up with "bitches be crazy" , that's the universal code for hostile female attacker. I had an insurance adjuster come out since the baseball bat grazed my gas tank and put a little dent in it. I think i'm gonna use the $735 towards putting up a new gate instead of fixing the dent on my bike.

HOLY SHIT....crazy man!!!!