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Why am I happy?
Because two of my neighbors had bad things happen to them today.
I hate my neighbors.
I’ve lived here for years and no one has ever invited me to do anything. Not even to come over for a cup of coffee.
One neighbor wrecked his car. It was a newer model Mustang.
Actually a decent car, in my opnion.
The other neighbor broke his tv.
The fat retard had the nerve to knock on my door and ask if he could borrow my tv.
I politely said no.
But I felt like saying….”hell no you fat piece of shit.”
It’s always a good day when my enemies have a bad day.
Because two of my neighbors had bad things happen to them today.
I hate my neighbors.
I’ve lived here for years and no one has ever invited me to do anything. Not even to come over for a cup of coffee.
One neighbor wrecked his car. It was a newer model Mustang.
Actually a decent car, in my opnion.
The other neighbor broke his tv.
The fat retard had the nerve to knock on my door and ask if he could borrow my tv.
I politely said no.
But I felt like saying….”hell no you fat piece of shit.”
It’s always a good day when my enemies have a bad day.
That’s just ridiculous and I would have felt like making a nasty remark too. I do feel bad for the Mustang though, not the owner. Cars like that have souls. I would cry if something happened to my dad’s 1971 Camaro Big Block.
