Remember three weeks ago when you threw your girlfriend of six years in the air and she landed on her face? Twice? And kicked me in the head? When I tried to stop a man twice my size from hurting my friend? Remember? No, you wouldn’t. The tooth you knocked out of her mouth, the bruises and gashes from head to toe- that was because, according to you, I ‘stomped’ on your foot. No, sweetie, I put up my arms in horror when I thought you’d kill my friend, but you hit me five times in the head before I could ‘stomp’ on anything.
That’s her blood there on my white t-shirt, after I helped her inside. I don’t know which gash it came from. Maybe all of them. Anyway, the police called tonight. They’re talking prison (the policeman mentioned Pollsmoor prison- google it) after following up on the charges I laid. You’ll have lots of opportunities to exercise your particular brand of mindless violence there.
I didn’t ask to get involved in your Jerry Springer nonsense, but, as they say, ”yo goin to tha big faam, buddy!”
That’s her blood there on my white t-shirt, after I helped her inside. I don’t know which gash it came from. Maybe all of them. Anyway, the police called tonight. They’re talking prison (the policeman mentioned Pollsmoor prison- google it) after following up on the charges I laid. You’ll have lots of opportunities to exercise your particular brand of mindless violence there.
I didn’t ask to get involved in your Jerry Springer nonsense, but, as they say, ”yo goin to tha big faam, buddy!”
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