Originally Posted by
RBP
Alright, fine. :lol:
Well you already know I can't stand that fucking prick. The stomping, the yelling at his grandfather, the fucking laziness to change a light bulb or shovel his parking place. Fucking dick.
I also mentioned that after his settlement he lost weight, bought a Camaro, and grew a hipster fag beard. There were odd men in cars picking him up and dropping him off. It became obvious pretty quickly. I never talk to the asshole, but about a week ago, I had a brief conversation with him. Somehow, this 30 year old had developed a complete twink lispy fag voice that he never had before. Seriously, dude? C'mon, man!
So last night, fairly late, I was going out to smoke. There's a package in the door. 1-800-flowers. I was checking the box to see if it was for the downstairs single female or the 2nd floor married female whose husband took a job in AZ and they are temporarily separated. Couldn't find the name, but then saw it. They were for HIM. I just shook my head and laughed. I went outside to smoke and he was arriving home. In the newly discovered twink voice he declares "Oh, it like SO icy". I wanted to puke.
Edit: as I was writing this he dragged furniture above my head then started yelling at his grandfather and stomping in his boots. :x