A little back story first. Me and my GF had a little blow up and she threw me out. Ended up staying in this real flea bag motel, complete with fleas! When I got ready to go to bed I realized when she put my stuff out she forgot my meds. So I go over to her (our old) place to ask if I could please have my meds. Just my bad luck she is gone.
I was desperate so I went to her friends house. Now I know I shouldn't go. Her BF isn't very social and doesn't like me. He tells everone I am an illegal alien because I was not born in IN. Well I am from WI so stop calling the INS on me!! He calls me Zimmerman, says I'm a white hispanic. WRONG!! I have a large german ancestry, thank you very much.
But my GF's friend is a good person. I go over to see if she can help me in my quest for meds. I try tapping gently on the door to wake her up and not wake up you know who. She come out and I start babbling a bit, so happy to have someone listen to my side for a change. The only problem is one of the fleas from the hotel is munching on my belly. So I did my Napoleon impression and went after that little bugger.
Suddenly the BF races out of the house with this jealous half crazed look in his eyes. Never asked why I was there, never said hi, never spoke to his gf. He just comes out and shoves his pistol in my face!! I thought I was in for a pistol whipping but he had one of those tupperware guns instead of a skull-cracking 1911. He orders me off the property and as I am turning to leave his GF had that Your-Macho-BS-Wasn't-Needed-I-Had-it-under-control look on her face as she headed back into the house.
So here I sit. Fleas eating me alive, in need of a clean pair of underwear, and still no medicine. Guess I'll CALL her mom in the morning.
Oh, she has my wallet too!!
I was desperate so I went to her friends house. Now I know I shouldn't go. Her BF isn't very social and doesn't like me. He tells everone I am an illegal alien because I was not born in IN. Well I am from WI so stop calling the INS on me!! He calls me Zimmerman, says I'm a white hispanic. WRONG!! I have a large german ancestry, thank you very much.
But my GF's friend is a good person. I go over to see if she can help me in my quest for meds. I try tapping gently on the door to wake her up and not wake up you know who. She come out and I start babbling a bit, so happy to have someone listen to my side for a change. The only problem is one of the fleas from the hotel is munching on my belly. So I did my Napoleon impression and went after that little bugger.
Suddenly the BF races out of the house with this jealous half crazed look in his eyes. Never asked why I was there, never said hi, never spoke to his gf. He just comes out and shoves his pistol in my face!! I thought I was in for a pistol whipping but he had one of those tupperware guns instead of a skull-cracking 1911. He orders me off the property and as I am turning to leave his GF had that Your-Macho-BS-Wasn't-Needed-I-Had-it-under-control look on her face as she headed back into the house.
So here I sit. Fleas eating me alive, in need of a clean pair of underwear, and still no medicine. Guess I'll CALL her mom in the morning.
Oh, she has my wallet too!!
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Well done.
