- Feb 25, 2005
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a few weeks ago, I woke to my mailbox in the street, all bashed-up.
Tonight, I was outside and heard a bang. Looked up and some dude was hanging out of a blazer with a baseball bat. I took off after them on foot. They took ended up going the long way on a road that just circles back around. I had already cut over and here they come right at me. My shrunken balls were as big as coconuts as I stood in the street head on with that blazer. As they swerved to go around me I thought again if I would continue to play chicken with them. Anyways, I decided not too, and got the bastards plate #. Hated to do it, as I don't prefer to handle the situation with cops. If the fuckers would've stopped so I could whip thier ass, they wouldnt have the cops on thier ass now. Oh well, should've taken the beating. Turns out they live just a few streets over. Fuckers.
If my mailbox had been left alone in the first fucking place, thye would've been fine. I take my personal property VERY personally.
Tonight, I was outside and heard a bang. Looked up and some dude was hanging out of a blazer with a baseball bat. I took off after them on foot. They took ended up going the long way on a road that just circles back around. I had already cut over and here they come right at me. My shrunken balls were as big as coconuts as I stood in the street head on with that blazer. As they swerved to go around me I thought again if I would continue to play chicken with them. Anyways, I decided not too, and got the bastards plate #. Hated to do it, as I don't prefer to handle the situation with cops. If the fuckers would've stopped so I could whip thier ass, they wouldnt have the cops on thier ass now. Oh well, should've taken the beating. Turns out they live just a few streets over. Fuckers.
If my mailbox had been left alone in the first fucking place, thye would've been fine. I take my personal property VERY personally.