my three new chicks

nilla-taffy and babydew!
lets prey they don't die, i wouldreally hate that.

well its going to be a tuff call when i get down there.

Rooming with D
he is real neat and organized, clean, I have a small room there and I plan on working and getting my shit together, mainly lose some weight , It sorta reminds me of this one time?
Well when D used to live here in the chicken house, actually pre chicken, when we first got the place, I had a whole bunch of guys living here, D had one room, and these two other guys lived in these two other rooms, one guy, . called Vietnam Todd, called this way cause he dresses like a vet , and was obsessed with the Vietnam war, about my age, late twenties at the time, . he was kinda a pitiful soul, and alcoholic ,totally unemployable a thief and had a bad temper when he was drunk, but when sober was extremely nice, too nice, and a bum, why he was here? well as the months rolled on watching him come up with rent was like watching an handicap climb a steep bunch of steps up to a building, he would barley make it and it was a struggle for him to find work, so one of the problems was he needed to get drunk every night and who was going to be the person to spong off of, we all got tired of it, well one night. real late, he snuck into D's room to look for some weed, the problem was D was there and watched him while he was sleeping, he asked him ,what he was doing?
"ah its cool man I am just looking for some weed, didn't you have some"
"no I don't" D said,
"ahh come on I know you have some, hook me up man please"
"I don't have any"
"alright then "
As D layed there in bed thinking about what just happen he realized nam'todd had just attempted a burglar his room for what ever, , this made the wrath of D steamed!
and he ripped up out of bed and went out to my shed and banged on the door
I had just calmed down , about went to sleep, when bang bang
"George you need to take care of this shit! your the land lord! " yaya
he said nam todd broke into his room. And apparently D confronted him out in the kitchen after the event, Tod was defensive trying to turn it around on D'wrath saying "hey man its all cool I am sorry"
apparently D was so steamed that nam Todd in a Christ like move ask D to punch him to blow off some tension and throw D's aggression off.
Well he did and Nam Todd was a skinny little guy , so his body flew against the bathroom door and he collapsed there on the floor crying and acting like he was dieing, ( overexsurated)
that’s when D went out to my shed all worked up.
when I heard this it was like one of those special moments when I hear the Gods of Jason of the Friday 13th kinda like the moment when I found them dogs out in my backyard after waxing one of my birds
"What the fuck! hold on I am going to take care of this"
D went back to his room as I went into to he kitchen and saw Nam tod on the floor,
"Get the fuck up you fucking loser, I know what you did we all know your been steeling from us," giving him love kicks to his loving ass.
Nam Todd was crying and shit.
"quit kicking me please stop, "
(for years all my friends would repet that phraze)
but eventualy he knew the poor ol me crap wasn't working and he started to come around , and I sat his ass down and said
"listen buddy you outta here tomorrow, "
but I have no money I can’t leave, what about my stuff"
"well this is what happens when you don't make no money you become a street person and street people can’t lug around their crap, so you got’s to sell off all this junk"
Its really sad when a person, who is an idiot, can’t manage their collection of junk, an starts to burden you with responsibilities .
I told him "well your going to go wild , you have no money and people with money can afford places to store there stuff, and since your broke you gonna have to burn the fat off, to go wild , this is what you have been doing its the evolution to become a street person, hello!!"
As we got to know nam-todd more we found out he was supposed to be in college, collecting money,from his folks but never bother to tell them he failed out years ago, I think his folks thought he was getting a doctors degree by now but apparently, so I knew he's folks number, and said I was going to call them to tell them the gig was up your son is a loser and a liar, , you wanna talk to him ,.
convincing NamTodd this was the best course of action was like, Redneck reality testing its all here all now bitch ,what the fuck is wrong with you, look you life is a mess, quit lying to yourself!
needless to say he did call his folks i was standing near by( for some reason i think thet knew al along) and the whole ordeal came to ahead and he was outta there the next day, what ever happen to him? I heard he joined the guard.

So the moral of the story is don't go in to D's bedroom late at night, not even to cuddle!

View image "honey bee in the cop, it was total dark, and bam a flash"

Posted by chickengeorge at May 12, 2005 11:09 AM