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um...crazy week! yeah, that's how I'd put it.

well my week started out pretty slow, but around wednesday it got fucked up.

wednesday, someone tried picking a fight with me (scrawny little fucker really) over my girl. Well... I told him to leave her the fuck alone, and she was getting annoyed with him, but the little son of a bitch didn't listen, and I'm in his face trying to back his ass off of her and trying to restore the peace and order. Of course though, with how stupidity is the fastest spreading disease these days, the little shit didn't back down, and then offers to fight me, of course I decline (being arrested for assault isn't what I had planned for that day) and then go on my way. about lunch time I'm catching wind about me being a pussy that chickened out of a fight and now my girlfriend is cutting me loose for being a pussy (I hate when I'm being lied about), so I find that little fuck and tell him he seriously needs to back off. WHAM!!! That little shit slapped his lunch tray into my face! I'm standing there looking at him wiping the mashed potatoes out of my eyes, adrenaline on high, and reaching into my bag for my knuckles. then reason steps in, and I back off of him. He yells at me ,"what are you gonna do about it, Pussy?" Of course, you can see the veins popping out of my forehead, and the sweat rolling down my neck, when I say, "okay, I'm a pussy huh? I'll show you who's a pussy after I get off of work tonight! where do you wanna fight?"

six hours later, I'm standing at the beach, smoking my 5th cigarette since getting there, and freezing my balls off, cuz the wind is blowing off the ocean and up me kilt, when my buddy Bill texts me ,"Dude, he's not showing up, he's sitting on his porch playing psp.

Thursday, I get written up for mooning the security officer at school. Surprisingly I'm not wearing a kilt to school, dress code won't let me, I supposedly need under wear, I say bullshit, the girls wear skirts all the time and no panties with it, but anyhoo. I tell all his buddies, how he's a pussy that picks a fight, and won't fight it. I find him in the locker room after his gym class, and he's whining about how he doesn't have a car and can't go that far. I offer to fight somewhere more convenient for him, behind the pizza place, and if he doesn't have a ride I'd be more than willing to come get him. at this point he's saying no and I'm a pussy for not fighting him at school the day before. I throw him up against a shower stall, and tell him he's going to fight whether he wants to or not at this point, and he shouldn't start shit he can't end. then of course I get the classic "OH YEAH?! OH YEAH?! WELL I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU! I'M NOT LETTING THIS GO!" (wow, people can be simple)

I'm standing there behind the pizza place waiting for him with Bill and my other guy Ryan, when a white car pulls up, and him and four other dudes, pop out from the car. "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! I BROUGHT THESE GUYS JUST TO MAKE SURE YOU WEREN'T GONNA RUN! NOW THIS IS LOW, EVEN FOR YOU!"

he runs up with a closed fist ready to hit me (is this guy predictable or what?) and as he runs up the others are following when two of my buddy's walk out back from the Chinese place next door, and step up behind me. Now I got four on my side too. his other friends stop walking up, and this little fuckers running at me still. I grab his fist as he punches and use his momentum to drive my fist into his gut and knock him breathless. He's on the ground gasping and trying to get up as I'm kicking him in the gut for shits and giggles when I finally get bored with him and let off. he just lays there gasping, when I look up. Those other fuckers he brought are standing there trying how to pull me off of him without my guys jumping them, when I look at them and yell, "BOO MOTHER FUCKERS!" all of them ran to the car they came in and peel out. I walk into the Chinese Joint for a box of Lo-Mein, go tagging for a bit, and go home. (Chinese food is always a good way to end the day)

Friday. I wear my kilt to school (I got a plan for this one) when I get called into the office. The principal asks me to lift up my kilt. Like a smart ass I reply,"what, are you trying' to get a better look at my pride and joy?" In his condescending tone he goes, "no, you little wise ass, are you wearing underwear today? I don't feel like lending pants to your smelly ass, the last time I got them back and they reeked like the locker room" I gladly turn around and show the man me underwear-wearing butt, and go,"HA, WHAT NOW! CAN'T BUST ME ON THIS ONE MATE!" and walk my happy ass out of his office and into the nearest bathroom to pull my drawers off. I disagree with underwear, it cuts off circulation, reduces sperm count and motility. The only time I wear it is when I'm wearing leather pant's and my nuts are going to get chaffed. I run around the school in my glory for the rest of the day, as my friends, and the guys that I haven't told where to go shove it yet, are congratulating me. The security officer pulls me into his office to ask what I did last night, and I tell him I bought some Chinese food and went to go see a movie with my friends. Phew, blew that one off, the only one that wasn't too scared to give a testimony was that little fuck that who got his ass kicked. but hey, It's my boys word against his (I love it when I can twist the U.S. law to my advantage).

Saturday. I buy a shitload of rammen noodles, and pick up some hairdye after work. I spend my evening working on college applications.

Sunday, I help my sister pack up the Christmas decorations because by little brothers too busy being a jerk to help her. and spend the rest of my day, cleaning and looking at stuff online to go in my dorm next year. For once my mom sticks up for me when her friend says I'm going to be a delinquency case for the rest of my life and I'm too stupid for college, that she's wasting her money, and might as well be wiping her ass with it. (WOOT GO MOM, FOR ONCE YOU'RE NOT BEING A STUCK UP BITCH!!!!) She tells her friend where to go shove it, and she has half a mind to call the college her son's at and tell them that she doctored her son's SAT score report in photo shop to get him in. (really she did, I'm the one that showed her how to use photo shop to do that.)

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