Internet Confessions
Apr 25, 2006 12:38:12 GMT -8
Post by Jason on Apr 25, 2006 12:38:12 GMT -8
I hate my neighbor with a passion. You guys have no idea how bad it is. We used to be best friends about 5 years ago, when we were in 7th grade. We were really really close. Then, shortly before our Freshman year in high school, he never really called as much. So I called him and asked him what was up, he didn't want to talk to me anymore. I could never figure out why. It was right after his birthday and in order to get in to his little party, I had to pay $10. Well I didn't have $10 so I stayed home. It's hard to believe something that ridiculous could ruin a friendship. But what else could it be? Ok, whatever. Then my Freshman year, he would get his friends to talk a bunch of crap. Back then, I was afraid of suspension and didn't want to do anything. Plus I was kinda small and wasn't too big. I did have some muscle but nothing too impressive. Then puberty hit me and I grew and grew, and lifted weights and lifted weights and lifted weights. Now he doesn't get anyone to say ANYTHING anymore. So for the past 2 years, nothing's happened. He's never said anything to my face and now none of his friends want to say anything to me. So it stopped. I ended up getting a job at KFC in February and guess who worked there. 
Well, he quit the day I worked with him, and now he's telling some co workers of mine that I'm gay and tried sleeping with him. Well, she told me what he said, and This finally lit a fuse, and I want to beat the hell out of him. I've always wanted to, but this is the thing that finally made me lose it. I am ready for a fight. And can't wait to kick the shit out of him. I'm actually afraid that I might kill him. There's no doubt in my mind that he's in for a brutal beating, but I'm the type of guy that doesn't let his rage out on anyone. My boss is shocked because he's never seen me mad in the slightest bit. And he said that's why he likes me. Because I'm easy to work with and have never gotten mad. Nobody I know has ever seen me mad until this chicken shit started talking shit again. I'm afraid that I'll black out under my own rage and wake up in prison because I killed a man with my bare hands. I have to control myself. I want to bring a friend so he can make sure I don't murder him. But I mainly wanna bring him so he can video tape the whole thing. haha. He's a good friend of mine and he worked at KFC too. Kind of a good friend of Chris. (Shit talkers name is Chris) So I'm having him tell the guy who can't shut his trap that "When I'm done with him, he's gonna wake up in the hospital bed.........if he's lucky". He doesn't even have the guts to tell him anything back. So he's cowering somewhere. A co worker kept bugging me to get MySpace. So I finally got it, and found shit heads profile on MySpace. So I personally sent him a message.
Here it is
"So. I hear you're talking a ton of shit huh? I'm not the type of guy that runs around school making up lies and not saying shit to the persons face. I'll gladly fight you any time. Name the time and place, and I'll be there. You've been provoking this fight for 3 years and you finally pissed me off. Here's my MySpace URL. Feel free to let me know when you're ready to get beaten to within an inch of your life.
www.myspace.com/ironmanufc"
Of course, it's been two weeks and no response. So I just recently sent him another one.
"Didn't think you'd reply.
I knew you'd keep talking shit behind my fucking back,
saying you can kick my ass. Then when I'm ready to fight you, you back down.
Sounds just like you. You're nothing but a pussy.
You go around school, making shit up and when I confront you, What do you do? Nothing!! HA!
Oh well. Hope you toughen up before May 2nd.
That's my 18th birthday, and I'm not going to jail for beating the piss out of a minor. If you don't name the time and place by May 2nd. I'll come knocking at your door on July 19th.
Happy 18th birthday, Bitch!
So what's it gonna be?"
I'm gonna have to wait until his 18th birthday. My present to him is an ass kicking he'll never forget.
Well, he quit the day I worked with him, and now he's telling some co workers of mine that I'm gay and tried sleeping with him. Well, she told me what he said, and This finally lit a fuse, and I want to beat the hell out of him. I've always wanted to, but this is the thing that finally made me lose it. I am ready for a fight. And can't wait to kick the shit out of him. I'm actually afraid that I might kill him. There's no doubt in my mind that he's in for a brutal beating, but I'm the type of guy that doesn't let his rage out on anyone. My boss is shocked because he's never seen me mad in the slightest bit. And he said that's why he likes me. Because I'm easy to work with and have never gotten mad. Nobody I know has ever seen me mad until this chicken shit started talking shit again. I'm afraid that I'll black out under my own rage and wake up in prison because I killed a man with my bare hands. I have to control myself. I want to bring a friend so he can make sure I don't murder him. But I mainly wanna bring him so he can video tape the whole thing. haha. He's a good friend of mine and he worked at KFC too. Kind of a good friend of Chris. (Shit talkers name is Chris) So I'm having him tell the guy who can't shut his trap that "When I'm done with him, he's gonna wake up in the hospital bed.........if he's lucky". He doesn't even have the guts to tell him anything back. So he's cowering somewhere. A co worker kept bugging me to get MySpace. So I finally got it, and found shit heads profile on MySpace. So I personally sent him a message. Here it is
"So. I hear you're talking a ton of shit huh? I'm not the type of guy that runs around school making up lies and not saying shit to the persons face. I'll gladly fight you any time. Name the time and place, and I'll be there. You've been provoking this fight for 3 years and you finally pissed me off. Here's my MySpace URL. Feel free to let me know when you're ready to get beaten to within an inch of your life.
www.myspace.com/ironmanufc"
Of course, it's been two weeks and no response. So I just recently sent him another one.
"Didn't think you'd reply.
I knew you'd keep talking shit behind my fucking back,
saying you can kick my ass. Then when I'm ready to fight you, you back down.
Sounds just like you. You're nothing but a pussy.
You go around school, making shit up and when I confront you, What do you do? Nothing!! HA!
Oh well. Hope you toughen up before May 2nd.
That's my 18th birthday, and I'm not going to jail for beating the piss out of a minor. If you don't name the time and place by May 2nd. I'll come knocking at your door on July 19th.
Happy 18th birthday, Bitch!
So what's it gonna be?"
I'm gonna have to wait until his 18th birthday. My present to him is an ass kicking he'll never forget.
I'm glad we don't have to deal with that idiot anymore. I don't think anything makes me more angry than people threatening my animals. 
Whole wheat bread, huh? 
