You heard WHAT about me?!

Originally Posted by Temari

(tossers, as Ence would call them)

You better blame any blimey English bastard like Shin for that one; I just bite their style, yo.

People have generally never talked about me behind my back and I... um... I don't like doing that either. If I have an issue I like to take it up with them personally and I expect people to extend me the same courtesy.

I did, however, have an incident where I some guy who a friend of mine lived with years ago start flapping his molars about how I was a rude and obnoxious drunk (which I am) to all his buddies in the same apartment complex. Naturally, I'd come over to visit my friend and I'd be getting all these looks and what have you and eventually I came to learn that they thought I was the one pissing in their bushes when I was hammered (something which I only do at my house, if at all, out of common courtesy) and thus making their door stop reek of stale-ass urine. Eventually I confronted that tosser (hehe) about it and he didn't even attempt to look me in the eye while I verbally fucked him six ways from Sunday.

Later on they found out it was some dude who lived 4 apartments over who, by the way, was caught railing his stepsister IN THE DOORWAY. This, by the way, is no rumor... I was there when they caught him and we laughed about it for AGES.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by Fresh Frank

But Beaner, that's not the worst. I've told everyone I know back east that you're a tranny, an illegal, and (worst of all) have shitty taste in music. So now when you come to visit, and you had better come to visit, everyone's gonna be all, "Oooh fuck that noise, no way am I chilling with Frank's crazy Mexican friend!"

Yet another reason why I'm glad I'm spending my $2000 on Coachella tickets, afuckload of exuberantly expensive imported beers, a wide assortment of drugs and hookers next year instead of going to the East Coast.

There's nowhere I can't reach.