Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Adventures of Mr. Angry Part 4

Dad Wouldnt shut the **** up so I threw him outta the window

So last night im chillin with the crew, decide to check out some new bar in town, some kinda redneck sh1t, ugly assed f@gs wearing leather waistcoats n sh1t. spend more on a silk tie than these b1tches spent on their rusty assed trucks.

Walk in, got every guys eyes on me, im infamous around here son. Get a table and order in some beers, on the house of course. Notice some guys across the room hollering about some sh1t so i walk over, turns out some local pussy is arm wrestling for cash, thinsk he hot sh1t, $10 a go. I lay down $1,000, and take a seat. Grip up and my arm damn near blocked out the sunlight, eclipsed his ass. I gave him a couple seconds to feel like a big man, highlight of his pathetic life, thinking hes got a chance with my strong assed self, next thing he knows SLAM bust his arm down, snapped his wrist in two, he starts screamin n sh1t, ruining my buzz so i knock him the **** out with a chair and order some more beers.

Me n the crew go back to my house, sippin some premium brew in my room, got some loud ass music on, next thing i know my dads banging at tht door, shouting some sh1t. Open the door and he starts gettin in my face about the music, telling me to shut the hell up. My pussy dad is aways trying sh1t with me tryin to look like a big man in front of my crew. Im about ready to knock him out, crews on my back telling me to wreck his skull so i grab him in a headlock and start running round the room. Crews hollering n sh1t seein his weak assed legs wiggling like a b1tch, hes whining like a pussy to let him go but i got his neck locked up in my polska grip and this b1tch aint going nowhere. 

Swinging him around slammin his ass into walls n sh1t but hes still actin like a ****ing b1tch., wont shut the hell up so i think "**** this sh1t" and throw his ass right outta the window. About now crews on the floor laughing seeing my pussy dad go flyin head first. Hear him hit the dirt like a sack o sh1t so had a llook out the window and see him on the floor,, He aint moving so we throw some beer cans at his head n he starts crawling to the door moaning n sh1t. 

Havent seen his ass since, ducked me at breakfast. B1tch had it coming, he wont try sh1t again. Im the man of ths house son.