Thursday, December 25, 2008
Two Down, Three To Go
So, kids, Karma struck again last night. It struck one of the five who really need an ass beating and this particular one also happens to be that loud, ass drunk piece of shit I mentioned in the last post.
It seems Santa found his way to my neighborhood last night via fire and police department. Again, I’m having a really hard time not enjoying this one.
Let me tell you a story:
I live very close to where I work so I have a lot of co-workers who live in my area and those co-workers made my life hell at work and where I live because they THINK they know something and they THINK they know all the details behind the “situation” when in reality, they don’t know anything. But that doesn’t stop them from gossiping about what they THINK they know and making shit up out of the blue to keep the story going because they are losers and have nothing else to do. And when I say losers, I mean, total, fucking losers. As in, most of them do drugs and are alcoholics and will never succeed in life.
As far as I’m concerned, this job I have and where I live now is just a pit stop in life. The losers? This is all they’ll ever have. And they know it. And they do not like it when they see potential in someone else. They want everyone else to be a miserable pile of shit just like them. I think we know these types of people so I shouldn’t have to go further. Imagine, “Cops” and you’ll have the gist of it.
So, one day, this asshole neighbor of mine decided to come over, drunk off his ass and start pounding on my door, screaming at me telling me what he thinks of this rumor and gossip. I was in my house, minding my own business, watching t.v. getting ready to sleep. I had heard him screaming in his yard about me but chose to ignore him. Until he pounded on my door. That’s when I had enough and confronted his sorry ass. At one point in time he raised his fist at me and I asked, “Are you threatening me? Are you fucking threatening me you drunk piece of shit?”
He replied, “If I wasn’t such a man, I’d hit you.” I told him he better hit me then because he’s no man. I then told him to go back to his house, have another drink and pass out you drunk pussy bitch. The look of shock on his face was priceless. Hell no I’m not backing down from your pathetic ass.
ANYWAY, he was fairly quiet for awhile and then the other night, there he was again, drunk off his ass, in his yard, being as loud as possible bitching to another neighbor about a subject that danced around this ridiculous gossip going on around here. Until 2:30 in the fucking morning.
So, last night, again, I was in my bed, watching “Ghost Hunters”, minding my own business when I heard a lot of banging and pounding from his house. Oh for Christ’s SAKE, I thought. I guess I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.
Next thing I know, I hear some lady yelling, “Oh help me. Help me someone please help me. Oh God he’s going to die. Help me, somebody.” I looked out the window and saw a shadow of some woman in their yard. At first I thought it was this one strung out bitch who sometimes finds her way to our neighborhood for drugs so I didn’t care. Then I saw other people coming out of their homes so I grabbed a beer to watch the festivities.
Come to find out, it was asshole neighbors girlfriend screaming and long story short, a total Jerry Springer trailer trash bitch who comes to visit this woman, (I guess they’re family...goody), had knocked the shit out of asshole neighbor with a crock pot right over his head. He had a huge gash along the top and side of his head and his eye was all fucked up, blood everywhere. And I don’t mean that it was just a few splatters, it was EVERY. where.
The story goes, asshole hit her first so she nailed him good and hard. The police and fire/rescue show up. Whee! Lights! A Christmas parade! I giggled my fucking ass off with one of my co-worker/neighbors whom I think is decent and grabbed another beer. Remember how I said to imagine, “Cops”?
This was, “Cops”, live. Actually, I think it was a re-run.
So, family trailer trash whore gets arrested and hauled off to jail. On Christmas Eve! COOL! I wonder if she’ll get a turkey sandwich in the slammer for the holiday meal. Asshole and hyperventilating, over reacting girlfriend, (who was scared shitless she was going to jail because of her record), got in to the rescue truck and if the real story comes out, asshole may end up in jail as well.
The unfunny part of this story is that they did this in front of the grandson of the trailer trash Jerry Springer bitch. He’s 7. He witnessed the entire thing. Isn’t that lovely? If the police ask him any questions, they’ll know that asshole neighbor needs to be locked up as well. We’ll see if the truth comes out.
Regardless, Karma struck again and now there are only 3 left.
Damn. I didn’t think Karma liked me all that much but maybe it just does after all. And, again, I’m having extreme difficulty in controlling my glee over the whole thing.
Oh, by the way, I didn’t tell you what happened to the first one that Karma struck. The hairlipped bitch blabbed her mouth and hurt three people very badly. She really tore relations apart...friendships and the like because she is also a strung out loser bitch. Not long after that, her husband lost his job. This is not the time to be losing your job. If he can’t find another one, they will be moving away. The husband isn’t so bad but frankly, I’m rooting for them to move away. I’m hoping he finds a job where they are going to move to and not around here. So what. Fuck that bitch for hurting three people so badly. She’s a c-word. I say it out loud rarely but I say it about her. I won’t say it here though because that’s a strong word and while I am writing for myself these days, I do have some readers that I care about and that word really bothers some. I choose to do that.
Anyhoo...three to go. Let’s see what the future holds.
Ciao kids.
