shaka

A month ago today I bought 2003 Jeep Liberty. . . Last night the MOTHER FUCKERS across the street threw a rock at my passenger door and also broke in my other neighbors bedroom window. How do I know it was them? The rocks that we found in my neighbors bedroom and next to my new (now dented) car are these big ass orange decorative rocks that NOBODY in my neighborhood has except these white trash cock suckers who have these fuckin rocks all over their back yard (which is fenced in with two big ass dogs) When we call the cops all they do is hem-haw about it could have been anybody who threw the rocks so they can't do shit about it. That's the point where I COMPLETELY lost it and asked this stupid fuck if he honestly believed that a complete stranger scaled a six foot tall fence into an area where there are two pit bulls, grabbed a handful of this decorative rock without being eaten by those fuckin devil beasts, made it back over the fence, pelted a home window and my car then disappeared into the night, when all along the street there is a bigger, better rock selection, free of fences and pit bulls. He had nothing to say. When he wrote out the report I noticed the fucker had the worst handwriting I've ever seen and misspelled nearly every word, (he spelled rocks "rocs"). Do they require candidates to read and write when they enter the academy? I respect police and the work that they do, but when I royally fuck up at my job I expect to have my ass torn into.
If ya can't tell. . . I'm kinda mad. . . Sorry for bringing the bad vibe in with me.