Once again the door is open. A car screeches to a halt in front of the building. A ghetto white trash chick gets out wearing flip flops and goes running upstairs. Suddenly there is pounding. More pounding. Then boyfriend in the still-running car yells, "C'mon! She ain't home!"

GWTC's response: "She said she would [expletive] be here! Why isn't she answering the phone?! Ahh! I know she's in there! I'm just gonna kick down this [bleeping] door!! [SWEAR!] I don't have the right [curse word] shoes to kick down this [edited for the children] door!! I want my knives back!!!"



I have no words.

1 comments:

  1. Megan said...

    "I want my knives back!" Hee. I think I'll start muttering this under my breath. Like, in the drive-thru or Wal-Mart check out lines.

    Will you bail me out if things go south?  


 

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