
10-20-2004, 03:27 PM
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Now I'm just a seasoned pervert...
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Location: Where ever I lay my head
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Re: I have a story...
No he meant the room, ya I know my story isn't very clear, but that's really the parts I remember. I Was so furious through most of it that I can't remember most of what was said. I sorta black out when I'm mad and become a totally different person, like a skitzo, but I do remember bits and pieces. He told me that I had to get dressed or pack up, so I got dressed. Then the ******* pissed me off, I don't really remember how, but it had to do with him being rude, and disrespectful. And that golden spoon fed bastard doesn't understand that if he can't give respect then you can't get it either. And where I'm from if I even smell the hint of disrespect I snap, just like anyone else I know. *shrugs* Maybe it's because I'm Irish...
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