i can has fried chicken
some people are born slobs, some are born bungholes, and for some genetic-screw-up-god-knows-wtf-happened, some are born both. yesterday afternoon, alley cats made a huge mess over my tenants’ garbage bins placed infront of my house, the living room smelled like i’ve murdered santa and hid him under the tree. i’ve been telling my neighbors -nicely- that i don’t like them putting their garbage there, but i guess they’re too shitty to understand or even care what tweety bird has to say.
i was busy making plans for my upcoming project and some legal hullabaloos when it happened, and it pissed me off real bad when i saw the toppled bins and the stinky pile of mess. i’ve had it. i dragged the bins which aren’t mine and placed them on each of my neighbor’s doorstep. one of them saw what i did and questioned me with whatever nerve he’s got, which infuriated me some more so i yelled, “because your trash is stinking up my place, so i’m putting it back to where it belongs!” i guess he wasn’t expecting me to go “rabid” because i have been too civil with them too many times. he answered with a quick “ok, ok!” and went inside.
an hour after dinner, he gave me a box of fried mcdonald’s chicken, says it’s his pamasko. now i’m supposed to be bribable?? WTF.
offering for the tenant god yan, for appeasement, hehehe.