a course of study: "30 sec rule: just how many good posts have been lost?"

here's a little thing:

i was waiting for my friend to call tonight, i'd say it was around 11 pm sharp, when i heard a bunch of gorilla-like war whooping outside.

i turned out the lights and peeked through the blinds to witness, directly across the street, a pack of young college kids huddled in some sort of rat-king (but facing each other), screaming stuff like "FUCK" "PARTAY" and "GAMMA GAMMA OMEGA" -- and then two crossed the street, screaming 'FUCKKKKKK" louder, banging their fists on the street pavement, and begging their friends to stop the awesome chanting and just to go with them to do more ferocious "PAAARRRRTTTEEEE" shit. they were also waving at cars going by and very near my parked car and i kept thinking about my CDs getting stolen during the summer.

so i pulled a dick move and called campus security on them (they belonged to the college across the street). and i hate cops. and i told the fake cops that these kids were throwing shit at cars. i made it all up. i've never done this before.

and the dude goes "i'll send someone right over".

meanwhile these kids are screaming and pissing into the trashcans at the bus terminal.

the security never came.

the gang trickled away slowly. my friend called.

is that not fucked?
 
the other day a guy was blocking my car in, and i asked him to move it and he tried to start a fight. So i called the cops and they said they'd be right there to take care of it (and prevent the fight) but they never came as Greg and i waited 30 minutes until the bad guys left.


yes.
 
great story:

over a year ago. the woman upstairs was fighting with her boyfriend. she started yelling HELP! HELP! HELP! so i say to j 'i'm going up there' and he says ok but we should call the cops first. so we call 9-1-1 (give them the apartment # up there, the address etc) and then run up there about 5 minutes later after i put shoes on and got my mace and stuff.

so we go up there, scare the guy out, he leaves... order restored.

35 minutes later the fucking cops CALL MY APARTMENT, ask j to come outside, and try to arrest him. they were (a) confused about the apartment # (b) late (c) too lazy to come inside so they called to get the bad guy to just come out. since it's easier that way.

fucking fucks. this happened AGAIN later when my at the time b.f. was dumb enough to call 9-1-1 again for the same type of dispute.

the mace baseball bat combination wins hands down. the last time i saw the police here i asked the cop 'oh did someone get murdered last week?' and he didn't get the timeline joke the fucking pigfaced pig fucker.
 
okay what? the fuck?

i walk into a local convenient store/coffee/gas station franchise to be greeted by a halloween mask on a pole, and a sign attached that says "help wanted, etc etc".

the mask is the most offensive chinese fu-manchu buck-toothed stereotype i've ever seen, ever. and i was alive in the 70s. this store chain is usually pretty mellow, and i like the coffee.

so i look behind the counter and see two teenage boys and one rat-faced older manager talking to customers. his hyena laugh said a lot about what was going on in his brain. i mean, what would they do?

and i dropped my water on a sit-down booth table, forewent the coffee, and just now registered a complaint with the district office's answering machine!

i am such a coward!

and if these things happen in threes, i am gonna get my ass handed to me in my darkened parking lot tonight!
 
also preppy something strange happened last night; the asshole october got really weird in the full moon... h..he... changed...

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wtf? i don't understand that mask story at all. why would they put THAT mask out? what is wrong with people?
j reread this post and tells me i told the story all wrong and it was 10x worse. oh well. you get the point! (and toby remembers, awesome! i wasn't sure if i posted it)

nix. honestly. if october turned into a rabbit that may just be the ideal thing to have happen, you know?