basically, this dude is always in our fucking business, he's the kookiest dude there has ever been. one night me and him got into an argument about the smoke alarm going off. blah blah blah. i guess this fucking kook took it to heart and a few days later called the tow truck on my fucking car. he claimed he didnt do it. but then i go to pick up my damn car and i see his signature on the call in. i'm like holy fuck this guy is for fucking real? i storm to his room, beat on his damn door, was the biggest dick in the entire world, for obvious reasons. demanded my fucking money back or i was going to tow his car. the pussy wouldnt come out of his fucking room, this guy is like 40 and a security guard. we go in circles because both of our logics are basically 180 degrees in difference. he finally admits he did it after i told him i have the fucking signature, he says he's calling the police and what not, after i tell him he's giving me my fucking money or i'm towing his fucking car too. i didnt want to get the police involved here so i didnt get the car towed. but seriously i'm in coma of all the things i could do to this fucker, i just have to pick the right one and run with it. if theres ever been the "worst dude ever" than this dude is it. the dude claims he fought a terrorist on a plane, has met an alien, was abducted by aliens. all those stories were perfectly entertaining and hilarious. i loved him for that. but then the dude just turned completely fucking gay after a while, starting being the biggest douche bag ever, demanding us to not have friends over, to turn our a/c down, and a bunch of other things that in no way should bother him if he stuck to his room and to his self, like he fuckign should.
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