So, I've run into some interesting situations since I've been back at college, and a few of them have aggravated the shit out of me. Here are a few examples:
-Me and 2 friends went out and smoked up. We came back to my room with Pokey Sticks (signature bread sticks of a great pizza place called Gumby's around here) to share with the other people I was having over. Well, a friend of mine brought one of her friends over, someone I hadn't met before. He feels the need to yell as loud as he can, "So wait, you're REALLY high, aren't you?" and makes a big fucking deal out of it. Really, is that necessary? Did you really need to let my suitemates know? I've only just met them when I moved into the apartment, I'd rather them not know everything I do. Annoying twat.
-I went to a party at my friend's dorm room. My friends kind of look up to me as the mediator/bouncer when it comes to activities involving alcohol, because I can handle my alcohol well, and I know when to be a dick and when to take control of a situation. So, in return for my services as the mediator, I get beer. Well, after everyone left (I had to kick out a couple assholes), we decided we'd go to the local burger joint that's open 24/7 (Justin, you know what I'm talking about... COOKOUT MOTHERFUCKER), and we gorge ourselves. On our walk back, at 4:30 am mind you, an SUV full of dudes rolls up next to us, asking where the party is at, to which I reply, "It's 4am, you missed the party hours ago." They then ask where the marijuana is, to which I reply, "It's 4am, it's already been smoked, and I don't just give it out to randoms." So, they drive off, only to pull a U-turn into the opposite direction and start screaming insults and talking shit. All the while driving off at 50 MPH. Really, what logic tells you to ask where the party is at, only to get mad at me when I've already done the partying? And what kind of man does it make you to talk shit while driving away in your vehicle? I yelled for them to come back and kick my ass, but no, they had no balls. That shit really pissed me off.
-Tonight, I was walking back to my apartment from my friend's dorm, talking on the phone to a new lady friend, when all of a sudden, an open can of Mountain Dew flies by me, like 2 feet away from my head, just as a car full of fuckers drives past me, laughing hysterically. As before, I yelled for them to come back and man up, but they only accelerated and drove off. Fucking pussies.
Do you guys deal with stupid shit like this?
-Me and 2 friends went out and smoked up. We came back to my room with Pokey Sticks (signature bread sticks of a great pizza place called Gumby's around here) to share with the other people I was having over. Well, a friend of mine brought one of her friends over, someone I hadn't met before. He feels the need to yell as loud as he can, "So wait, you're REALLY high, aren't you?" and makes a big fucking deal out of it. Really, is that necessary? Did you really need to let my suitemates know? I've only just met them when I moved into the apartment, I'd rather them not know everything I do. Annoying twat.
-I went to a party at my friend's dorm room. My friends kind of look up to me as the mediator/bouncer when it comes to activities involving alcohol, because I can handle my alcohol well, and I know when to be a dick and when to take control of a situation. So, in return for my services as the mediator, I get beer. Well, after everyone left (I had to kick out a couple assholes), we decided we'd go to the local burger joint that's open 24/7 (Justin, you know what I'm talking about... COOKOUT MOTHERFUCKER), and we gorge ourselves. On our walk back, at 4:30 am mind you, an SUV full of dudes rolls up next to us, asking where the party is at, to which I reply, "It's 4am, you missed the party hours ago." They then ask where the marijuana is, to which I reply, "It's 4am, it's already been smoked, and I don't just give it out to randoms." So, they drive off, only to pull a U-turn into the opposite direction and start screaming insults and talking shit. All the while driving off at 50 MPH. Really, what logic tells you to ask where the party is at, only to get mad at me when I've already done the partying? And what kind of man does it make you to talk shit while driving away in your vehicle? I yelled for them to come back and kick my ass, but no, they had no balls. That shit really pissed me off.
-Tonight, I was walking back to my apartment from my friend's dorm, talking on the phone to a new lady friend, when all of a sudden, an open can of Mountain Dew flies by me, like 2 feet away from my head, just as a car full of fuckers drives past me, laughing hysterically. As before, I yelled for them to come back and man up, but they only accelerated and drove off. Fucking pussies.
Do you guys deal with stupid shit like this?
