You'll feel a lot better after you talk about it
And you thought I was the only one who had a problem with this guy:
story: In High School, we were all in a play called A Midsummer's Night Dream. Well,
Georg told everyone he was the understudy for Puck. Needless to say, Puck met up
with an "accident" that left her with a broken nose and a minor concussion.
Thankfully, Georg came to the rescue with whiskey bottle in one hand and tights in
the other. I'll say, he makes a pretty convincing fairy.
Back in junior high, Georg used to come over and slug me to take my lunch money. Actually, last time I saw Georg pimpin' on the streets, he did it again. I guess old habits die hard.
I remember this one time, back in college, when Georg had his foot on my neck and I was like "whoa! that hurts!" and Georg was like "squeal, bitch, squeal!" So what choice did I have? I mean, to be fair, I learned a lot about myself that day, and what I am capable of under duress. I also learned a lot about Georg; like that Georg is a real jerk. Thanks Georg!
Georg is ok I guess. I mean, I live with the guy, but that's only because he pays me. Well, he pays the landlord, anyway. People say they don't like him. They say he'll be all "I don't like you" or flick boogers at you or try to kick your grandmother in the nuts. I don't know about all that. He's not a bad guy, just a little misunderstood, like those tiny dogs with the big eyes.
Let's get this straight. Georg is NOT my friend. Georg doesn't have any friends. Except for the people he pays to be his friends. And the reason he doesn't have any friends is because he's a rotten bastard. I heard that he drives around in an oversized SUV trying to run over kittens. In first grade I went to his birthday party and he spit on me because I only brought him ONE present! If he wasn't always surrounded by bodyguards, I'd kick his ass!