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damnit all to hell i wanna talk!
but no one will listen to me...so one day i says
to myself, "mike, you should really stop talking
to yerself, not that it's a bad thing but most people
don't get bored with what they have to say"
so then i says, "well fuck you i like talking
and i need someone to talk to otherwise i'm bound
to go totaly ape-shit" then i said to myself,
" see? there you go again talking to yerself
fuckin' freak" so then i says, "knock
it off or you'll be sorry...bitch" next thing
i know i see my fist flying at me at way-past-ramming-speed.
so i move to get out of the way and Bam! fucking
a, that shit hurt. so i kicks myself and start rolling
around on the ground screaming every bad word i
can think of. so then this cop shows up and breaks
the whole thing up. he askes me what happened. so
i says "i was just minding my own, when this
son-of-a-bitch starts giving me shit, then he hit
me!" then i say" fuck that, he's a lyer,
and a freak to boot" so the cop tells me i
have to go this way, and then he tells me i have
to go that way and if he see's either one of us
getting into any shit again he would kill us both.
so i go to village inn, and i'm not there more than
five min. when who comes walking in but me. so i
says to myself"what the fuck are you doing
here?" and then i says, "getting coffee,
what else?" and then i says "you want
some company?" and i said sure why not? and
the rest is history...
just thought you guys would like to know...
oh-yeah i have a cool story about a junky cheerleader
if you want it............. lackofagenda@aol.com
ta-ta, mikey
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