I was out minding my own business, twisting off caps for a loyalty progran off of Pepsi bottles in recycle bins (bottle caps don't belong in recycling bins either, and they were all out on the curb) when some midget redneck POS comes walking up to me, wagging his finger saying that he has something to tell me.
I aggressively approached him shouting:
"What? You've got a problem with me motherfucker?"
He makes a beeline for his house at this point.
Him: "I better not catch you going through my trash, or there'll be a problem!
Me: Yeah, it's your trash! You decided to get rid of it!
Him: Just don't do it, or there'll be a problem!
Me:Yeah, your problem's right here! Don't throw it out and I won't take it!
Him: Doesn't matter, it's my trash! I'll knock you out, boy!
Me: Even if your garbages worth way more than you i wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!
Him: Good idea!
I was on the phone with my dad the whole time and he heard it all, when I walked back home he screamed at me telling me that arguing and violence isnt the answer and not worth it, and other retarded normie stuff. I never argue with normies, or brick walls for that matter so i ignored him and went to bed.
Just the other week there was another close call when some dead drunk hillbilly came hollering at me for taking a perfectly good mirror he propped up against his trash can right before trash day (I've also been trying to collect decorum for the new house since we barely even have money for that). His wife ended up having to pull him back up after he fell flat on his face. ( It was midnight with no lights on and I didn't see them on the porch)
My whole life people have always looked for problems with me, accusing me of stealing stuff or bullying someone, giving me nasty looks and shouting at me from their cars. Wtf did I do? (Besides being an overly tall, hideous horse face)
It's one of my few hobbies and have gotten everything from fake trees and wicker furniture from it, so I refuse to give it up.
I aggressively approached him shouting:
"What? You've got a problem with me motherfucker?"
He makes a beeline for his house at this point.
Him: "I better not catch you going through my trash, or there'll be a problem!
Me: Yeah, it's your trash! You decided to get rid of it!
Him: Just don't do it, or there'll be a problem!
Me:Yeah, your problem's right here! Don't throw it out and I won't take it!
Him: Doesn't matter, it's my trash! I'll knock you out, boy!
Me: Even if your garbages worth way more than you i wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!
Him: Good idea!
I was on the phone with my dad the whole time and he heard it all, when I walked back home he screamed at me telling me that arguing and violence isnt the answer and not worth it, and other retarded normie stuff. I never argue with normies, or brick walls for that matter so i ignored him and went to bed.
Just the other week there was another close call when some dead drunk hillbilly came hollering at me for taking a perfectly good mirror he propped up against his trash can right before trash day (I've also been trying to collect decorum for the new house since we barely even have money for that). His wife ended up having to pull him back up after he fell flat on his face. ( It was midnight with no lights on and I didn't see them on the porch)
My whole life people have always looked for problems with me, accusing me of stealing stuff or bullying someone, giving me nasty looks and shouting at me from their cars. Wtf did I do? (Besides being an overly tall, hideous horse face)
It's one of my few hobbies and have gotten everything from fake trees and wicker furniture from it, so I refuse to give it up.
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