same situation i've always been in
or maybe not the part about the english although it could be argued :0 noone listens to shellac, eh? well.. i've come to tell my friends hello so noone will ever forget about me
i havn't been up to much, except staying away from the internet
i got a bunch of jobs and i quit them all! i spent the money and now there's no more
i'm smoking carnivals! carnival lights! cause full flavor carnival is just too much carnival for me
does anyone even have carnivals that isn't in oklahoma?
anyways: if you read all of this you fucking suck!
i live with my girlfriend who lives out in the sticks, and there is like 1 place to get cigarettes within 5 minutes. so i go there like, everyday. but then one day i went there without my id (they never id me) and like, some old bitch lady was working i had never seen her. she demands to see my id, and i keep telling her to ask anyone (there was like 5 other people working, it's a busy place gas station-grill in the country) else there. because everyone had seen my id except for this person!
so i'm like, "fuck it, fuck you! bitch!" and i assume i will just walk outside to my car, drive another 10 minutes to the india-owned shell (who never gets new employees so they all know me). but nooo.
the fuckign owner of the store starts screaming at me! "dont you ever talk to my wife like that you!" oh my god the fat old lady was his wife, dude! he was like chasing me to my car! i got in and i locked my doors and he like, was screaming so madly at me he was drooling! and like, slapping my window to my car! i turn on my car, i'm scared, man. but my stereo was on! loud, man! on accident! fucking chinese stars is blasting (which made the situation even more confusing) and i'm trying to reverse out of here with this crazy old man trying to beat my window in.
i reverse out without hitting anyone, and some how a hill billy ends up on my hood! he liked jumped on it! i swear to god! he thought i stole from the store or somthing and was trying to be a hero. i told him to fucking get off my car but he wouldn't. i couldnt even get out of the parking lot, he started saying stupid shit like "you broke my leg you faggot!", i told him straight up, "if your legs broken, i'm gonna have to drive you to the hospital" this guy wouldnt get off my car! fucker was hanging on my shit!
i started driving back to my girlfriend's house, with this dumb mother fucker sliding around on my hood. he was calling me names and stuff, but i was really trying not to kill this guy. eventually, like half a mile later, he started begging me to stop my car. so i did, and as he starts walking back to the gas station, he yelled "faggot kid!" at me
he scratched my hood all up with his belt buckle, he like fucked my hood's paint up so bad.
i called the cops
(dont ask why, dude!)
they told me to meet them at the gas station
i got fucking banned from that gas station!
fucking sucks, huh?
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