--First off: no updates on my last post. The cops don't seem to want to call me back and I don't know where that asshat that stole my shit is...moving on.--
This wasn't the first PS3 that I've had stolen. Yes, there was another one before the most recent. I completely forgot about it when I wrote my last post. Let me explain...
--(Bar story in question follows...but not really)--
So I went to the bar last night after posting about my stolen PS3. I met a few friends, a couple of mortal assfag girl-stealing enemies, and was having an overall good time. I played some pool (at which, if I don't say so myself, I did exemplary) and proceeded to get thoroughly shitfaced. During a rather riveting game of the 'stick and balls' I heard the door open and looked up to see who walked in. To my surprise it was that stupid-whore-cunt-bitch-faced-whore. Allow me to explain...
--(Wavy/blurry flashback scene)--
I was fucking around with/dating(i guess) this dopehead whore(and a whore she was). We met after a long night of drinking and all around debauchery. We ended up fucking as is usual with debauchery in general(whore, mind you) and I was with her fairly often. I wouldn't call it a relationship as much as a drug/alcohol induced sex frenzy but hey, it was fun.
--(Blah blah blah we fought)--
We were out one night drinking with a few friends and we weren't getting along so well. I tell that stupid whore cunt nigra lovin trash to take me home and she does. She leaves to take my friend home at which point i realize i left my PS3 in her trunk. I call her multiple times, at first getting no answer. When I did it was nothing more than hollow threats and low-blows on both sides. On the way home she got pulled over by the bacon and got her car impounded. A 'friend' comes to pick her up and gives me shit for calling her (I wish I knew who that piece of shit was. Prolly one of her little whore conquests....fuckin whore).
Well to make a long story not so longish I never got my PS3 back. I talked to her after that day and she had multiple, yes multiple stories during different phone calls, to explain what happened.
1. The people at the impound lot must have taken it
-I called them and filed a formal complaint.
2. Your friend that I took home must have taken it.
-He's a good friend who's house I'm at every day
3. The guy who picked me up must of taken it.
-Still your fault. Give me his info and I'll find his ass.
(her answer): I can't do that. You don't know him. He wouldn't appreciate that. Blah blah blah....(WHORRRRRRE!!!!!!!)
What really happened: She was pissed at me. She sold my PS3 for dope. (which later, it was confirmed that she sold it for like 20 bags or so by a friend that she also fucked over). She got back with her dopehead/dealer boyfriend the next day.
--(wavy/blur back to the present)--
She came into the bar and I almost punched her (I was hammered by this time). Luckily for me (and luckily for her) my friends got me out before I did anything that would've gotten me arrested.
Fuck, now I'm pissed all over again. Blogging doesn't help at all. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...