Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Saturday........
On this day Jack decided he wanted to play in a softball tourney...Jack invited BFF...BFF SUCKS... as I was say we went to Huntington Beach, this thing is usually an all day event, only because the team he plays on is actually pretty fucking good(surprising) because majority of them are not to young. They win the first game as I was hoping they would, then the second game comes and they barely win by the skin of there teeth, So now I am pissed because I sat out here near the fucking beach in 30 mph winds bundled in a blanket wondering why the fuck I came. Thankful my mother said she would watch the kiddies but some how one of those crumb snatchers end up going...Barrel...Now Barrel by himself is OK. Quiet, doesn't ask for much just the occasional is there a game break I am kinda hungry. So then there is the third game. Pissed off I decided I am going to talk shit and heckle the whole game. Now everyone knows I am joking...... but lets be honest here we all know when someone says there kidding there is a bit of truth in what they were saying and ONLY saying I am kidding not to pissed the other person off or hurt there feelings. So here I am having fun and I all of sudden realize that when I say something I hear the same thing kind of like an echo...Wait there is no hills, canyons, etc... where is it coming from.......one the the annoying wives, who think she can play softball and can't play worth a crap, repeating everything I say.So then I am even more pissed off right....Then her overweight never ever stop eating snack all day son comes over and is crying.. she asks the kid whats wrong... so he turns to us with a fake yet emotional "NOTHING" whimper nothing is wrong mom, I took the bull by the horns pissed off and was like " WHAT HAPPEN KID" the he Perseid's to tell my that my son Barrel tackled him out of know where and hurt him.........STOP!!! Barrel is 9 in the 4Th grade and maybe weighs 80 pounds. This kid is 11 in 6Th grade and FUCKING 160 lbs a flab OK, So I yell to my Barrel GET OVER HERE NOW in a I am going to kill you kinda of way that clearing I don't have in me because he laughed when I said it. SO I get to the bottom of this investigation. Barrel and 6 other crumb snatchers were playing tackle football, one of the kids throw the ball to Barrel and he jumps to catch it and on the descend to the ground knee's the kid in the belly, so they keep playing and he walks away. None of the kids knew what happened because CLEARING is wasn't a big fucking deal only to this kid. So I tell barrel after tells me OK it wasn't on purpose, your cool be careful. So Barrel walks away and I hear "then push him back", WHOA BITCH did you just tell this kid to push my son after I already handled it. This kid walks away towards Barrel so I am watching and this bitch says he not going to do it he is a wimp. As she says this he shoulder bumps my son out of no where, and you could see in his face it hurt, so I get up immediately and tell my son if any kid ever does that to you again you KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT!!!! AND IF ONLY IF they are bigger than you like that LARD ASS then you fucking keep hitting them til they see your not a PUNK. I get a "OK mom" and a "yeah you tell him barrel's mom". See Barrel is not a fighter that's why he just walked away from the kid rubbing his arm and shoulder, even though I said that to him he would NEVER DO IT. I go and sit down and my fucking chair breaks... GODDAMN IT... I asked the LARD ASS kid to keep an eye on my chair when I went to Starbucks and be BROKE the mother fucker when I was gone. NOT knowing I sat in it and fell to my side. I jump up pissed and just gave he a dirty ass looks and the kids like I didn't do it. I want to meet " I DIDN'T DO IT" cuz this motherfucker is everywhere I go. Kids these days are always blaming shit on this dude "I didn't do it". So we go to lunch and I tell Jack and all he says "are you that surprised fuck um babe". We go back to the park and they lose and we drive home........
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I'd like to me Mr. I Didn't Do It, too. He spends ALOT of time at our house, as well!
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