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Thursday, April 13, 2006

Five Hundred Dollars

Lately at work I've noticed things between Shitfoot and Dangerous D have become quite tense. Neither one of them have really been kidding around with each other or spending any time on the shop floor bullshitting together like they used to. Being the nosey guy that I am, I decided to ask Shitfoot what the deal was. Shitfoot was buried in work building RF Decks. I walked over to his assembly station and bugged him about Dangerous D. When I mentioned I noticed things between the two of them seemed strained as of late, Shitfoot sort of hung his head low. He told me what was up.

A couple of months ago when I offered a room at my place to Dangerous D, he didn't have the $500 for his first month's rent. I sort of figured that out. Anyway, on the day Dangerous D moved in he had five hundred bucks in cash for me. I didn't ask where or how he got it. Shitfoot apparently gave the loot to him because he felt partially responsible for setting up the whole deal between D and myself. From the get-go it looked like things might not work out because D was broke. So Shitfoot loaned D his first month's rent on one condition. He had to pay Shitfoot back the entire amount on our next payday which was only a week after he moved in. Seems like a fair deal, right? Well, that payday came and went. Instead of repaying his loan to Shitfoot D went down to Best Buy and bought that $1,200 TV. That's really messed up.

Shitfoot is a little mad with that sawed off retard right now.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

yep, i almost had to throw down some mob moves on the little munchkin.after i heard about the tv buying spree, i got a little angry.talk about shafting
a pal. well i confronted him and got the run-around.he didnt seem ashamed,
he just seemed to think that i was going to let him slide for an unknown amount of time. so i told him," so, you are gonna pay me next paycheck, right...?" he didnt want to look me in the eye and hemmed and hawed. so i said ,"$500 dollars next paycheck no excuses!!!!" he mumbled o.k...(ooohhhhh kayyyh) crist, i didnt want to break an arm or anything like that, but i would have slashed his tires (4) fer fucking sure! end result was he payed me back. i learned my lesson about "D"
after that. its to bad that i hooked up "D"eeznutz with f_p as roomies.i
help to create a shitty tard nite-mare experience for a good friend. i regret that to this day...

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11:55 PM  
Blogger factory_peasant said...

shitfoot no worries man. you were just trying to help out. you had no idea this would turn into a tard-fest. besides, i think we can say we got some pretty funny fuckin stories out of the whole mess.

5:30 PM  

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