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My roomate Dude (aka Ryan) is a cheap son of a bitch. I might have only met one bastard cheaper. No, actually, I have never met a cheaper bastard. There is a man that I know who might be able to give him a run for his money (even if it was only a penny) but I think that asshole Dude would win and snatch up that penny, and if he lost he would find a way to swindle it from the winner. The man has $8000 in the bank. I have a hell of a lot less, but the differences in our outlooks on life never ceases to surprise me, and that fucker never ceases to be a miser.
Some quick examples.
Last night we went to the Shack. It was about 6:30. Garth and Joel came down too. I bought a pitcher of Coors Light for Dude and I. I did not ask for any money for it. But that cheap fucker said I owed him that and more from the last time. He remembers every cent he ever shelled out for anything that did not directly benefit him and he collects on it. I personally don't give a fuck. Broke as I am, I will buy a pitcher for anyone if I have the cash.
Chris Lauruhn once bought Dude a six pack of really good expensive beer because he gave him so much shit for being a wussy all weekend that he offered it in peace. A cool gesture no doubt. So what do you do when someone gives you a free six pack? You share it with anyone around. But what did Dude do? He took it up to his room right away and stashed it away and bogarted it. He didn't even share with Lauruhn who gave him the brew. That is not cool at all. Roy and I later stole one each on principal alone, not cause we were thirsty.
He has an attitude all of the time like I owe him something. Perhaps I owe him two or three beers and maybe some milk and teryaki sauce. That is very relevant to him and I am sure he has kept track of all that shit. But next time he brings up me owing him a dime I will:
1. Tell him to fuck off
2. Remind him that every single thing in our kitchen including all plates, cups, bowls, utensils, pots, pans, toaster, blender, kitchen knives, rags, towels, glasses, and almost every other thing belong to me. And furthermore, I will tell him that if he wants to be that fucking cheap I have no problem storing all that shit in my room and using it as I need and letting him purchase it all himself. He will quickly see how much he really owes me.
The moral of this story is: Fuck You if you are cheap. Life is too short. Learn from Dude's example. If you are a cheap filthy rat bastard schister, you will have people pissed at you. You must realize that you rely on other people and you can't keep doing that without giving back every once in awhile.
There will be more to the story I started about the boy in the car on his way to Monterey later today or tomorrow as time permits. I don't know if anyone else read it but I got one response to continue, and that is enough for me.
Some quick examples.
Last night we went to the Shack. It was about 6:30. Garth and Joel came down too. I bought a pitcher of Coors Light for Dude and I. I did not ask for any money for it. But that cheap fucker said I owed him that and more from the last time. He remembers every cent he ever shelled out for anything that did not directly benefit him and he collects on it. I personally don't give a fuck. Broke as I am, I will buy a pitcher for anyone if I have the cash.
Chris Lauruhn once bought Dude a six pack of really good expensive beer because he gave him so much shit for being a wussy all weekend that he offered it in peace. A cool gesture no doubt. So what do you do when someone gives you a free six pack? You share it with anyone around. But what did Dude do? He took it up to his room right away and stashed it away and bogarted it. He didn't even share with Lauruhn who gave him the brew. That is not cool at all. Roy and I later stole one each on principal alone, not cause we were thirsty.
He has an attitude all of the time like I owe him something. Perhaps I owe him two or three beers and maybe some milk and teryaki sauce. That is very relevant to him and I am sure he has kept track of all that shit. But next time he brings up me owing him a dime I will:
1. Tell him to fuck off
2. Remind him that every single thing in our kitchen including all plates, cups, bowls, utensils, pots, pans, toaster, blender, kitchen knives, rags, towels, glasses, and almost every other thing belong to me. And furthermore, I will tell him that if he wants to be that fucking cheap I have no problem storing all that shit in my room and using it as I need and letting him purchase it all himself. He will quickly see how much he really owes me.
The moral of this story is: Fuck You if you are cheap. Life is too short. Learn from Dude's example. If you are a cheap filthy rat bastard schister, you will have people pissed at you. You must realize that you rely on other people and you can't keep doing that without giving back every once in awhile.
There will be more to the story I started about the boy in the car on his way to Monterey later today or tomorrow as time permits. I don't know if anyone else read it but I got one response to continue, and that is enough for me.