Breaking and Entering at its finest
So, I get out of work yesturday and I went to my boyfriends house. I always spend the weekends overthere. Well, I pull up, and nobodys home. I call him, he's in BFE playing Magic w/ Michael.
Me: Baby, when are u coming home?
Him: Not right now.
M: How am I supposed to get in ur house?
H: The key isnt in the garage?
M: No!
H: Ok, just clime in through the window in the back
M: How do i get back there?
H: The fence
M: It wont open
H: I dont know what to tell u baby, I cant leave now.
I click on him. Since I cant open the wooden fence, I'm forced to climb the metal fence, The flimsy, rusty, broken metal fence. I go grab a garbage can from the side of the house and use it as levrage. I manage to get one leg over, but theres a stupid nail like thing on the fence and i get caught on it. At this point i think im going to die so i use all my might to fall to the other side and as a result, rip my pants. BTW, i just bought these pants.
So im finally in the backyard. now the hard part.
I had to climb in through the window that wasnt locked. grab garbage can again. i get one leg inside and then since theres like a metal banister thingy on the sill, i have to press my leg against it in order to get in the house at all. but i needed somthing to land on. so i pull the recliner thats near the window and faced it towards me. mean while the dog wont shut the hell up.
now picture this: im dressed all in black struggling to get into a house by the window while theres a dog barking at me. oh, and it was 11 o'clock at night. im thinking i gotta hurry the fuck up if i dont wanna get arrested.
after much pushing and lifting i manage to get in the house and come out with a brused leg, ripped pants and covered in white powder (from the wall)
i hate my boyfriend.
i guess u know ill never be a burglar.