...Well Thats Fucked Isn't It?
Have I told you all that I fucking hate my brother? Seeing my parents went away for a few days he thought that last night it was his duty to throw a party for him and all his drug-nut buddies. I'm not agaisnt parties or anything, its just when its at my house with my brother as the mastermind behind it all that it starts to get alil out of control with arseholes making a complete mess throughout the house, eating all our food and atractting the police's attention. This is something that will deffinatly my parents will find out about no doubt. And my brother will try and drag me down with him when they are dishing out the punishment. No fucking way, it was HIS party, HIS friends, HIS fucking responsibility.... HE can fucking deal with this shit.
So the whole night I'm trying to keep an eye on all my stuff. I wouldnt want anything like my presious Ps2 or tasteful CD collection to go missing now would I? Anyway, Lets just get straight to the part where the police turned up shall we? Ok, one of my brothers 'buddies' was having an argument with his girlfriend over some shit, and he got saying shit like 'I'll slit your throat bitch'. After that happened my brother and a mate went and had a chat to him and told him to chill out, dont ruin the party by bein a fucking arsehole. So the dickhead sat down for an hour or so all quiet and shit. Well after a little quiet time he decided to go for a little stroll to the kitchen upstairs and and come back down again. When he did this one of my brother's mates was upstairs and he told me to come up quickly. He informed me that when the dude went upstairs for a little strole into the kitchen he happened to grab a big fucking butcher knife and put it under his arm. So I went and got my bro and told him to try and sort this shit out. So my bro called the fuckers father to come and talk some sense into him.
Well when his parents came, he didnt really like the idea of giving them the knife and going home. So he ran off down my property somewhere. Thats when the police came, to hunt down the fucking looser with one of MY good knives!! The coppers didnt manage to find him and it was 6am when they left. Then what do ya know..... The skitzo turns up again in my flat looking for his girl friend. He found her in my brothers room playin Ps2. Then there was yelling and shit. He ended up leaving crying. No one was stabbed or anything, so I went to bed. Well tried to. So I called Ttrin :-D that was about the only good part of the night. Then I slept for a few hours. Woke up to a reasonably tidyed up house. Well there was alot of bottles and wet towels and blankets and shit everywhere that I had to clean up. But nothing seems to be broken. Lets just hope big bro doesnt drag me into teh shit when the parents get home...
Ahhh..... too much writting. I'll leave ya now.
GappsY
So the whole night I'm trying to keep an eye on all my stuff. I wouldnt want anything like my presious Ps2 or tasteful CD collection to go missing now would I? Anyway, Lets just get straight to the part where the police turned up shall we? Ok, one of my brothers 'buddies' was having an argument with his girlfriend over some shit, and he got saying shit like 'I'll slit your throat bitch'. After that happened my brother and a mate went and had a chat to him and told him to chill out, dont ruin the party by bein a fucking arsehole. So the dickhead sat down for an hour or so all quiet and shit. Well after a little quiet time he decided to go for a little stroll to the kitchen upstairs and and come back down again. When he did this one of my brother's mates was upstairs and he told me to come up quickly. He informed me that when the dude went upstairs for a little strole into the kitchen he happened to grab a big fucking butcher knife and put it under his arm. So I went and got my bro and told him to try and sort this shit out. So my bro called the fuckers father to come and talk some sense into him.
Well when his parents came, he didnt really like the idea of giving them the knife and going home. So he ran off down my property somewhere. Thats when the police came, to hunt down the fucking looser with one of MY good knives!! The coppers didnt manage to find him and it was 6am when they left. Then what do ya know..... The skitzo turns up again in my flat looking for his girl friend. He found her in my brothers room playin Ps2. Then there was yelling and shit. He ended up leaving crying. No one was stabbed or anything, so I went to bed. Well tried to. So I called Ttrin :-D that was about the only good part of the night. Then I slept for a few hours. Woke up to a reasonably tidyed up house. Well there was alot of bottles and wet towels and blankets and shit everywhere that I had to clean up. But nothing seems to be broken. Lets just hope big bro doesnt drag me into teh shit when the parents get home...
Ahhh..... too much writting. I'll leave ya now.
GappsY