SCHKORE
Alright, I'll tell you the story. But wait.
DAaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Okay.
*Every name I mention is a co-worker of mine*
So, basically Vagarsh is this guy at my work who talks a lot of shit. Who knows why, I don't know. It's probably personal. Anywhoo, Lauren started dating Omar, who is Vagarsh's friend, but it ended badly, so of course they don't talk anymore. Well, since I'm Lauren's friend, Omar dislikes me, and since Vagarsh is Omar's friend, he dislikes Lauren, and since I'm friends with the friend that Vagarsh hates, he hates me. So I become unwillingly involved, even though I ain't sucked no bitches dick, and shit gets gnarly. After work yesterday, my manager said, "So, Vagarsh has been telling everyone that you do H, you sell drugs, you do coke, and you make every girl at work do drugs. Why is he all pissed off?"
I had no clue why he was mad, of course, so I asked him.
"Hey, Vagarsh, can I talk to you for a sec? So, I do H, I do coke, I sell drugs, what else do I do?"
"I've seen you do weed."
"'DO WEED', Vagarsh? You don't know shit about shit."
"Well, why you talkin' all this shit on Lauren's Myspace about me?"
"What did I say, Vagarsh?"
"You said that my grammar sucks and that my grandpa could suck a fat limp dick."
(Laughing ensues, for I just cannot hold it any longer.) "Vagarsh, that was a joke. I don't even know your grandpa. Why would I sa---"
"No, FUCK that shit. You wanna talk shit? You wanna say shit about my family? Fucking go ahead, because if you say anything about my family again, I'll slit your throat."
Well, of course by that time I was done with that conversation. But wasn't that the most horrible thing to read? Not what happened, but the way in which I had to type it to adequately divulge a nicely painted scenario.
Anyways, he got fired because apparently threatens to kill people all the time.
DAaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Okay.
*Every name I mention is a co-worker of mine*
So, basically Vagarsh is this guy at my work who talks a lot of shit. Who knows why, I don't know. It's probably personal. Anywhoo, Lauren started dating Omar, who is Vagarsh's friend, but it ended badly, so of course they don't talk anymore. Well, since I'm Lauren's friend, Omar dislikes me, and since Vagarsh is Omar's friend, he dislikes Lauren, and since I'm friends with the friend that Vagarsh hates, he hates me. So I become unwillingly involved, even though I ain't sucked no bitches dick, and shit gets gnarly. After work yesterday, my manager said, "So, Vagarsh has been telling everyone that you do H, you sell drugs, you do coke, and you make every girl at work do drugs. Why is he all pissed off?"
I had no clue why he was mad, of course, so I asked him.
"Hey, Vagarsh, can I talk to you for a sec? So, I do H, I do coke, I sell drugs, what else do I do?"
"I've seen you do weed."
"'DO WEED', Vagarsh? You don't know shit about shit."
"Well, why you talkin' all this shit on Lauren's Myspace about me?"
"What did I say, Vagarsh?"
"You said that my grammar sucks and that my grandpa could suck a fat limp dick."
(Laughing ensues, for I just cannot hold it any longer.) "Vagarsh, that was a joke. I don't even know your grandpa. Why would I sa---"
"No, FUCK that shit. You wanna talk shit? You wanna say shit about my family? Fucking go ahead, because if you say anything about my family again, I'll slit your throat."
Well, of course by that time I was done with that conversation. But wasn't that the most horrible thing to read? Not what happened, but the way in which I had to type it to adequately divulge a nicely painted scenario.
Anyways, he got fired because apparently threatens to kill people all the time.