Jenny_Jackson
Psycho Bitch
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- Jul 8, 2006
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I have this loser neighbor named Steve, but I just call him loser. I sort of put up with him because he's a mechanic and repairs my pickup for free (mostly, I think, because he wants to get in my pants - ain't going to happenm if course).
So, three days ago I'm having a problem with my pickup ideling too fast. I suspect some damn sensor is whacked. I call loser. He says he'll be right over.
Six hours later he calls me back and says he has a stomach ache. I says ok.
The next day, he's a no show again. His house is all locked up, drapes closed and he's not answering his telephone.
Yesterday afternoon he shows up to tell me he's constipated. He wants to know what to do. I told him, eat prunes, ex-lax, whatever. I just don't want to know about it.
At midnight he came over to tell me he ate 5 prunes and do I think that's enough.
I told him to call his doctor.
This morning he came back to tell me the doctor recommended what amounts to an enema.
I don't really want to hear about it. FIX MY TRUCK, YOU FUCKING LOSER!!!
So, three days ago I'm having a problem with my pickup ideling too fast. I suspect some damn sensor is whacked. I call loser. He says he'll be right over.
Six hours later he calls me back and says he has a stomach ache. I says ok.
The next day, he's a no show again. His house is all locked up, drapes closed and he's not answering his telephone.
Yesterday afternoon he shows up to tell me he's constipated. He wants to know what to do. I told him, eat prunes, ex-lax, whatever. I just don't want to know about it.
At midnight he came over to tell me he ate 5 prunes and do I think that's enough.
This morning he came back to tell me the doctor recommended what amounts to an enema.
I don't really want to hear about it. FIX MY TRUCK, YOU FUCKING LOSER!!!