I had a white guy with dreads steal my bongos. Go figure, right? The worst part is that I run into the guy a couple times a year at the bar or whatever, and EVERY TIME, he brings up the bongos and that he’s going to get them back to me. Dude. It’s been 6 years. Shut the fuck up about it already cause I have made peace!!
A friend of mine told me this story: a guy he invited into his house, I guess a friend. Was laughing at him for taking care of his grandma, and because he couldn’t afford a nursing home for her.
My Mom always loved to tell the story of the time my Dad’s brother spilled a pop on the coffee table and wiped it up with a throw pillow.
My dog passed a while ago and I was saying something about him and this guy I knew laughed about how he died. “Imagine a dog dying to a heart attack?That’s just fucking sad bro”(all being said while laughing). Needless to say I don’t know that guy anymore.
My brother brought one of his friends back from the club. He’s immediately dismissive of my decor, which I had put a lot of thought and money into. Dudefella stretches out on my couch with his shoes on, looks me right in the eye and starts laughing while grinding his dirty fuckin boots into the armrest.
Me and my brother start beating the shit out of him, focusing mostly on his legs. Made him crawl out the front door, the whole time he’s screaming that I could afford another one, but what’s he gonna do about his legs? Asshole.