- Dec 29, 2000
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Ah crap.. Another night of Discrete math homework. I didn't want to do it, my girlfriend forced me to, and she started to yell at me. I walk outside, she gets mad at me and drags me by the arm back in. I was like, "I don't want to do this bull****" and we got into another argument. I walk away again, she pulls me by the arm, and slams the door shut. Next thing you know she rips my shirt. So I get mad and I start to yell at her. I throw my steel can of soyabean drink against the wall. And then I proceed to kick and punch the crap out of the little can. In the process, I guess the heifer next door calls the cops on me, I live in a dormatory by the way. The cops come in and handcuff me. "We got a report that you were beating up your girlfriend." I was like, damn man, look at the can. So he gives me a peptalk about beating up women and how I can get in big trouble and stuff. After about the 20th time of me telling him that I didn't touch her, he goes.. "Oh? You didn't hit her?" He continues to tell me about how it's up to me to work, and that my future is in my hands. He goes to talk to my girlfriend. And after about 30 minutes, the handcuffs come off and end of story.
I totally understand WHY my neighbor called the cops. But, I find it offensive that she is selective upon whom to call the cops on. My roommate was piss drunk, broke his front two teeth, and left a pool of blood in the bathroom. Did she call the cops? No. The guy across the hall went on a rampage one night, destroying all the plastic retainers that hold those "Sanitary Bags" in the bathroom, along with ripping out the water fountain from the wall, breaking all the lights in the hall, AND he pissed on the counter. She didn't call the cops. I yell, beat up a can, and whammo! Officer Moral comes after me. It was funny because when the cop opened the door, it was ME on the floor.
Anyway, just for my ATer's, here is a pic of the can, LivinLaVivaPollo for Elite Member???
BTW... That's an all metal can. Feel the strength... (ouch my knuckles)
What pisses me off EVEN MORE is that I probably have a record now for DOING NOTHING.
The Hand that rocked the Soy Bean
I totally understand WHY my neighbor called the cops. But, I find it offensive that she is selective upon whom to call the cops on. My roommate was piss drunk, broke his front two teeth, and left a pool of blood in the bathroom. Did she call the cops? No. The guy across the hall went on a rampage one night, destroying all the plastic retainers that hold those "Sanitary Bags" in the bathroom, along with ripping out the water fountain from the wall, breaking all the lights in the hall, AND he pissed on the counter. She didn't call the cops. I yell, beat up a can, and whammo! Officer Moral comes after me. It was funny because when the cop opened the door, it was ME on the floor.
Anyway, just for my ATer's, here is a pic of the can, LivinLaVivaPollo for Elite Member???
BTW... That's an all metal can. Feel the strength... (ouch my knuckles)
What pisses me off EVEN MORE is that I probably have a record now for DOING NOTHING.
The Hand that rocked the Soy Bean