C U N T S
Me and a bunch of my homies live in a house together. For a couple months this one dude bailed to Europe to skate. We needed to fill his zone with some $'s in order to make rent. So, we decided to temporarily lease his room out to these two chicks. They signed a lease but couldn't front the deposit but bought us a keg of PBR so we figured it was chill. After a few months of living with these chicks we collectively as bros decided they needed to bounce. There were many reasons, but the main complaint was that they were bammer chicks with bammer chick friends and they weren't really displaying the sort of chill vibe that was pretty established before they moved in. So, we respectively gave them a months notice, delivered march 1st and that was that.
On the 7th day of March while all the bros were vacant from the house. The chicks just up and left. Didn't clean the room, didn't leave a check just straight up bounced. No notice, no nothing. Leaving us bros to come up with a solid G to pay our land lord.
10 days later still haven't figured out how to pay the land lord, sorta stressin, totally bummed. We celebrated St. Patrick.
As is customary we got collectively wasted. Started drinking around noon (we were all drinking Guinness and didn't eat anything until about 5pm).
We go out to this bar to scope for chicks and low and behold we see the cunts that stiffed us. Everyone else is I guess level headed enough to keep cool/ are not as drunk as I am. As soon as I see them it's over. I sit down at their table and literally say nothing. I just sit and stare at both of them trying to vibe them out of the bar. Five mins pass before one bitch yells "What the fuck!" at me. To which I silently reply with a strong finger pointed at the exit of the bar. "Fuck you" the other bitch says to me. "This ain't your bar." Which again warrants the aforementioned response by yours truly.
Five more mins pass. The bitches wrangle a dude who is roaming the bar collecting empty pint glasses. They point to me and say to him.
"He's bothering us." The waiter looks at me and looks at the girls.
I say,"I'm sitting here. I can't sit here?" Dinero in THE DEER HUNTER, Pesci in GOODFELLAS, forget about it. The waiter says to the girls.
"This ain't my job" and bails. Now I'm smiling.
But they bail. And I am left alone and feel like I've wasted a huge opportunity. I kept feeling like I had lost to them again. That even though I'd forced them to leave the table they were sitting at that, that wasn't enough. They'd fucked me and my friends for money. MONEY. We could have built the illest mini ramp in the back yard with a solid G. Instead we were all scrambling trying to pick up extra shifts at our respective shitty restaurant jobs. Calling our parents, or our siblings, or our uncles and aunts. Any way to find a lil bit of extra money to cover up this horrible stain. And I just let them go. I didn't go off on em, I didn't "accidently" spill my drink which got all over them. Nothing. I just vibed em real hard. What the fuck?
I am still sitting at the table in the bar feeling the alcohol and this terrible sense of regret and impending doom surge throughout my system as I am still sitting at the table in the bar feeling these feelings. I finally get up to look for the rest of the bros but I can't find them and bail.
I start walking back toward my house as is protocol in these types of situations. When communication is lost return to base. Then I see one of the bitches cars. I see the license plate that reads I<3RAGS. A white jeep Cherokee that is hauntingly everywhere. I see a rock to the outside of my right foot. I don't see anything wrong with the following actions I take otherwise I don't think I would have taken them.
Hood up and crouched I force that fucking rock hard into the body of the white jeep Cherokee. I do two panels and peace.
I don't fucking regret it.
PS.
I know this has nothing to do with Kim's ass but that GIF above belongs in a different section of this message board.
Best,
dylandude.
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