Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

the mega rant ::NWS:: (murder pt2) NSFW

Collapse
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

    the mega rant ::NWS:: (murder pt2) NSFW

    i posted a thread a while ago titled "need serious advice" it was about my roomate situation. briefly, when i first moved in, it was the college lifestyle, it kept me going and focused. All three of us went shopping together, save gas and shit we were like a team, getting ready for the clubs thursday friday wednesday... we'd get home from school and work and almost be late to the club switching drivers each time so we could get drunk. id be in the bathroom, and yell to branden "line em up" and he'd take the 4 shot glasses left here from previous UF students and fill them with grey goose, id come out ready to go and 1.2.3.4 take em down and get to the clubs feeling great. We'd share parking costs and shit. it was fun as hell.

    then things started to change, branden met some chick named jennifer from georgia whos 17 thorugh pizza delivery and it went down hill. she first came, and was a horny slut and made out with me when he took her over here, i thought she was gross, shes stupider than a brick, and dropped outta highschool (no offense if anyone did). she was living with her aunt paying rent here in FL.

    anyways she got annoying when she was drunk actually annoying all the time, the college image and feeling around me was fading, it was exams, and she was always drunk nontsop ONLY playing idiotic songs on the radio, and would play this evanescene song over and over while smoking cigaratess on the porch. telling me she liked me and was going out with branden, which he wouldnt go to sleep at night when she stayed over until she was in bed with him. he almost failed this semester because of her.she stupified us, brought us out of that "educational high" that we were so concentrated on.

    Branden was never good at getting friends, ive grown up with him since i was 3, we were distant friends and then close in highschool. he had alot of friends in orlando, but wasnt good at meeting people, he always met them through me, got chicks in the club through me... i didnt have many friends just roomates, best friends. this guy from brandens work started coming over, every seen the bump gif? the fat guy on the subway, he looked like that, and he was a sarcastic ass hole, but brandens only friend besides his girlfriend and me. always drinking over here and smoking cigs nonstop. then her aunt couldnt pay rent in fl anymore, and it came to she either moved back to georgia or stayed here living with branden. i wasnt chill with it, but i kept my mouth shut, its his gf. some many times i almost flipped, because shes immature, and will not leave you alone, if you ask her to, if you tell her to she'll tell me i cant tell her what to do, of course you cant hit the bitch. but i just ignore it.

    summer came left to orlando and came back and forth, i couldnt stand her, she would trash the house, sometimes clean it,by that i mean sweep shit up and forget to pick it up. be annoying when im trying to work on my car, wash 4 loads of laundry and her hair was in the sink. shes never had respect for my room either leaves cups and shit on my desk, uses my computer for myspace and shit.

    so i get my jaw broken and i go to orlando for a week, come back.

    the first day i walk back in and theres a dog here now a 400 dollar shitzu to be exact. barking, barking yelping barking barking. i open the door to my room, and some guy is on my computer playing sean paul and is on myspace. im like uhh who are you hes "man muhnames thomas imjennifers brothur". he sounded like that hick guy from king of the hill, so im like "im david this is my room". he goes "oh ok" and i just kinda put my stuff down and hes like "its alright if i can use the computer?" of course im going to say yes im not an asshole

    so this kid just comes down from georgia, dumber than a cow patti and is sleeping on my couch. and hes my roomates girlfriend's brother, as if her dumbass wasnt enough, i stay calm because i find someone to move in my place.

    then i start to discover sshit. first off to give u an image of how dumb this kid is, he talks to me about his pontiac sunfire went 185 and could take my cobra, he had the NOS in it, and supercharger and a turbo charger, and he hit 200 with the nos. i act impressed

    im on my computer which is freezing up, and its got viruses up the ass and a yahoo messenger bar...

    i look at this thing ontop of my computer, theres a fucking webcam, that bitch was like webcamming herself on the internet in my room, to top things off, im on cb7tuner, and a messenger pops up from yahoo saying "party like a rockstar"

    and some dude is like talking all horny to ME. WTF thinking its her, ok that pisses me off, too many viruses and ive got 1800 songs on this hard drive.

    if i lose those im going to kill someone.

    when i came back, i met this girl named kara (pronounced car-uh) and thomas gets her phone number from my phone, me and kara are just talking and i bring her over, well everyones like crackking on me, just greg (brandens coworker) and thomas, who "wants some pussy"

    she likes me i like her, im moving out in 2 days, and we start to hang out every second (shes on her way over now).

    thomas is texting her nonstop, NON STOP. in fact over the past 2 days, she said her inbox filled up 4 times, and its 40 messages to fill. thats 160 texts in 2 days, him saying i wanna makeout with you, just wait till daves gone, your mine, your hot; she just ignores it, and says to me my friend is wierd, i explain to her everyything that this fucker thats sleeping on my couch is not my friend. then comes the next day

    i deal with all this, then come last night, thomas is drunker than shit, and hardcore texting her. shes getting kinda freaked out and im getting PISSED.
    jennifer comes outside saying "who threw all over the bathroom" and im like WTF? thomas is from georgia, and hes a redneck, and i cant understand what the FUCK HE SAYS except for "god damn niggers" and "fuckin shit"

    that pisses me off, i have alot of friends who are black, and as much as i got my ass beat by a bunch of big black dudes (who i found out BTW by the police that they said "hey! lets beat up a white boi". <<reason my jaw is broken) i realize that racism is as stupid as the people who mugged me and thomas.

    SO this fucking kid is over here talking shit saying it every other sentence. people say, i dont care, but its nonstop, and i get thinkin about my freinds. and my blood is BOILING. kara has to go in less than an hour, (shes driving the rents car) so i take her back to my room, to makeout. i go in my room, and people keep coming in, brandens drunk girlfriend laughing, branden came in once

    I have a bottle of vodka, which thomas steels shots from, and i have to hide in the oven with a pack of ice around it because i knew hed look everywhere else.

    thomas doesnt come to my room, and shes really creeped out, and im trying to score, plus for once, i really like a decent girl. thomas doesnt come in my room, HE BANGS ON MY FUCKING WINDOWS being a drunk sstupid ass. in the background Jessica simpson is playing on the stereo because of jennifer and if anyone walks near the radio, she blows a load of blood out of her vagina, and yells in a shrill whiny voice " DONT CHANGE IT"

    i cant stand it, then we start making out, BANG BANG BANG thomas bangs on my door, and shes like "dude wtf" and were both drunk (i more than her, cuz i wouldnt let her drink anymore) and Im about to flip the fuck out, i start getting tense, thinking about pleasure of murder, cleansing the worlds gene pool, one dumbshit at a time, keeping the average iq of the world out of the double digits. It felt good. and so did kara's body... my heart started to slow with my lips pressed against hers. it felt-BANG BANG... ...BANG. i think that thing in my brain that draws the line between thinking about murder and doing it just snapped.

    I jumped up and she grabbed me, i eased up and she let off and pulled away from her and slammed the door open, thomas had ran. i dont remember what was playing on the stereo at all, but it pushed me over the edge i look left and right for thomas, and grab a broom running towards the front porch. i stopped and slamm it against the wall breaking a whole in the wall and braking the broom off the stick so it is a spear. i grab the front door and slam it open and see thomas near my window and run after him when branden grabs the broom stick and my arm and tries to take it from me, my arm is shaking trying to get it from his grip and its right in front of my face, so i slam my head on the broom stick and it snaps and branden stumbles and i run up to thomas. stake in my hand.

    hes standing in front of the cb and my focus turns towards her for a second, and with the stake in my hand i speak with the most monotone voice "stop banging on my door" i dont remember what he said because i couldnt understand him then i hear branden david what the fuck did u do to the wall, and im like fuck it ill fix it tomorrow.

    at this point kara is like id better leave, and shes still drunk, we can stay in my room thomas wont bother us you can leave in 45 minutes i want u to sober up a little bit and shes like no he wont stop texting me and hes not going to leave us alone. and in my head i say "this is MY house"

    earlier we had planned on her coming back out after she comes home with her rents car, and me picking her up. i walk her to the car, and i hug her, and behind me i hear "can i get a hug" and he comes up and gives her a hug, she acts nice, and im just standing there, then im like bye and he tries to kiss her as she gets in the car.

    thomas doesnt understand im about to kill him. youd think at this point, itd be awkward, but thomas is so dumb he has slight mental problems, (texting her secretly almost getting off to it) plus hes drunk, he just says imma get that pussy. im trying to stay calm
    Last edited by Turbo Dave; 06-15-2007, 05:05 AM.
    ]

    #2
    im shitfaced at this point and i dont remember what exactly happened.

    somewhere for the next 30 minutes is a blur, i posted up on cb7tuner about the alchohol in my blood, which i promptly changed to murder because thats what it felt like.

    i tried calling kara, her phone was off. then i kinda got scarred she got arrested, she lives about 15 minutes or so away. i sat there, and sat there and as drunk as i was.

    i got in the cb. drove away and had a couple thoughts on my mind, started drivng towards her house and pulled in to a gas station (not in the ghetto) went inside and got a bottle of water and downed it pouring some on my face.

    i went to the vaccuum and started cleaning the cb, i just had to do SOMETHING, and i had to get away from thomas. from my own house, i pay rent for.

    dui or a murder?


    i got the cb7 all cleaned up, grabbed my phone my phone and dialed kara... IT RANG. "hello", "hey"

    "can u come out?"

    "yeah"

    20 minutes later, were back at my house- round two.

    after driving, i guess my brain was exhausted from concentrating because i dont remember talking to anyone else but her but i know they were there.

    ...were in the kitchen, there is still 1/3 of vodka left, which we finish the bottle off

    i dont really remember much after this.

    we went in my room and the shirt and pants started to come off. and i calmed down and it was soothing... i remeber the after sex cigarette, and her falling asleep on my bed listening to paul van dyke. it was 5 am, and she had to be home (had to sneak out) so i get my wits together again we makeout a little bit, and i take her home.

    we get to her house, and im supposed to be leaving to orlando tomorrow, so it's our last night togehter, we both are tired as hell and i say, i wanna be sober the last time we see each other. she agrees and i say ill see you tomorrow.

    i drop her off, put in agnelli and nelson's holding onto nothing, and i just go and go... not a cop in sight.

    its 520 am, and im on 8th st a flat 1/2 mile stretch of road, with a steep upwards hill at the end and a speed limit of 35. i nail it in first and wind the gears out when im at 144 at the start of the hill, i let off, and slow down instantly. i buy water bottles on the way home, and go to bed.

    the rant isnt over.

    so i wake up this morning to thomas in my room with a set of boxing gloves on saying "im rocky balboa" and punching things in my room, im about to puke and tell him to get the fuck out before i puke on him and he laughs.

    i convince my branden to get me a cheeseburger from mcdonalds on his way home and he brings me one, which i eat, and drink water.

    i stand up, and fall over and lay back down, and half sleep for about an hour when guess who comes in my fucking room, thomas with a moist cloth on my face, if i wasnt almost puking, i would have beat his ass.

    i tell him to get the fuck out again and he goes away. i get up and go to the bathroom and puke all in the toilet. goodbye cheeseburger.

    i turn on the shower and im aching like hell and get in, and im dizzy as hell, so i sit down trying not to puke my guts out again. the tub was filling. and i look down and the water is a clearish brown with specks in it and its not draining, im like WTF? so i look into the drain, with my face close to it.

    i smelled thomas's throw up before i saw it clogging the drain, i pull myself to the toilet and smack my jaw on the seat and in horrible pain i hurl my guyts out.

    i started getting thoughts again, how easy it would be to kill and get away, not the rush of getting away, the rush of killing degenerates.
    i soap myself off in the shower, and lay back down in my bed.

    greg is already here again today playing the playstation, i have 4 roomates all of a sudden... i talk to kara, shes hungover too.

    brandens girlfriend came home from work and branden took her to the doctor
    because she had "bumps" on her leg

    kara is on her way over, and branden took thomas to look for jobs. because he decided hes living here.

    i kissed her, and told her when she gets off work, ill see her before i go.

    and thats that folks.

    ill post pics in a minute of all the main characters!
    ]

    Comment


      #3
      they let her off work early. she just called, so shes coming over tonight (im no longer going to get mad, if anyone in this house annoys me, theyll be taken away and were gonig to watch fight club cuz shes never seen it. no more alchohol for me.
      Last edited by Turbo Dave; 06-14-2007, 06:47 PM.
      ]

      Comment


        #4
        This is better that what I gotta read for English!
        To-Do List for Today
        Be Awesome

        Comment


          #5
          LOOK A FLUFFY BABY BUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

          Comment


            #6
            ok...take a Deep breath...then Kick him hard ass hell in the nuts...call the cops dude,its fucking tresspasing.
            1991 Sedan

            click image for MRT
            -Nava

            Comment


              #7
              wow dude...you should have your own show. This shit's interesting lol

              Comment


                #8
                Originally posted by npor
                LOOK A FLUFFY BABY BUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











                LOL!!

                Sam is deff the craziest mofo on this forum!

                Comment


                  #9
                  M-u-r-d-e-r
                  I <3 G60.

                  0.5mm Oversized Stainless valves and bronze guides available. Pm me please.

                  Comment


                    #10
                    So this is fake right?

                    Way too much to fucking read Dave....

                    just dont kill no one.

                    Comment


                      #11
                      dave dude


                      I have friends over when they come over they always ask if rocknricer has posted anything crazy since the last time they were here


                      ima email them this shit



                      btw dont kill anyone unless you want to be some big black dudes wife for the rest of your life

                      Comment


                        #12
                        Originally posted by head4life
                        dave dude


                        I have friends over when they come over they always ask if rocknricer has posted anything crazy since the last time they were here


                        ima email them this shit



                        btw dont kill anyone unless you want to be some big black dudes wife for the rest of your life
                        Why does it have to be black mitch why a big white dude?
                        Henry R
                        Koni/Neuspeed
                        1992 Accord LX R.I.P
                        1993 Accord EX OG since 'o3
                        Legend FSM

                        'You see we human beings are not born with prejudices, always they are made for us,
                        made by someone who wants something' -1943 US War Department video

                        Comment


                          #13
                          Hahah i wish my life was this interesting.

                          Dr. Jekyll by day Mr. Hyde by night
                          ----
                          02 Pontiac Firebird W68
                          92 Dodge Stealth RT/TT

                          Comment


                            #14
                            good fucking lord.. cliff notes anyone?

                            Comment


                              #15
                              "party like a rockstar" ROFL
                              .. yo that was pretty good reading there..

                              what is the title of your story ?

                              Comment

                              Working...
                              X