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ɈѦʗҜ – Ҽ
...speaks...
**and makes you wet**
˂AN EPIC STORY!>
For the rest of the night, you must all deal with me stroking my ego. That is, if you have the patience to read through my whole story.
Today I was send to Modesto to start a barbecue for my father and his baseball team. When I got there early, my dad gave me some money for gas and cigarettes, so i went to the gas station down the street. Upon returning, I was in a fairly good mood. As I pulled up with the truck, getting closer to my father's parked car, I noticed a little thug (no older than me) riding away on a sky blue beach bicycle. (Those ones with the pretty little tire guards and curved handle-bars.) He has in his hands a blue bank pouch. Instantly, I realized, it was my father's checking bag for his distribution company (usually containing a few grand in it at a time). A split second goes by and I notice my dad's window busted in, and throw the truck in reverse to flip around and follow the thief. I chased him for two blocks telling him to give my the bank bag. After warning him a bit, it was clear he thought he was going to get away.
Now... Normally I'm not a violent person. Violence solves nothing. But when you steal from me or my family, your a** is MINE.
I took him out with the truck. Didn't hit him HARD. But he did fly off his bike and onto the pavement. I thought the chase was over. But no, he decided to try and get back on his now partially ******** up bike and take off into a parking lot. At this point I pulled into the lot, and pursued him on foot for all of 30 feet. His bike tossed him again onto the pavement. He then noticed that his wheel was bent beyond use. At which he threw the bank bag in my direction, then proceeded on "fixing" his bike enough to ride away.
And if not for the 4 witnesses watching this whole ordeal, I would have beat his face in. Called the cops, described what happened over the phone. They asked if we wanted to make a report. But no, we got our money back by my own means, so if they found him and his mangled bike, good for them. And I know for a FACT that those bikes are not cheap.
So as a notice: Don't ******** STEAL FROM ME... I will run you over with my truck.
If you read this, THANKS FOR READING! It feels good to actually be the knight in shining armor for once.
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