InsaneJournal

Current mood:

pissed off

Oh, FUUUUCK. Colin just flat-out fucking punched Mikel, sent him into an outdoor table, broke glass and he was cut up and bleeding all over, and I guess Joe's response (he knows someone who works there and saw the whole thing) was to run home and email me. Can't get a hold of Mikel, his cell phone's off. They're putting a thing together, fifteen men ... just wish I could be there myself ... I don't understand why the fuck Mikel didn't fight back! He's a good fucking fighter, he broke the face of this guy once ... Aw, shit, I don't know what to do ...

My exact response, translated from Ruslish into English proper:

"... what kind of bullshit are you making me listen to?! The hell why?! You're a fucking rotting corpse, Colin, I'll fuck you up with my dick in your mouth! How dare that fucking faggot lay his goddamn motherfucking hands on him? How dare he? I'll punch all his fucking teeth into his eyes, and then I'll rip his motherfucking throat to pieces and make him watch me drink the blood! You're a fucked up bastard heading straight back up the cunt, faggot! I'll fuck him in the ass and slam his head into the fucking wall before I pull out and jump on his motherfucking skull!

But our dear little cunt-souled girl isn't good enough for this prick. Aaakhh, what a complete clusterfuck ...

I'll fucking kill him if I ever run into him ... don't know why the fuck I can't be up there, defending him, protecting him ... if he touches Mishenka again I will goddamn hunt him down like a dog."

And I stand by that. Kind of comforting typing it all up again since I can't go and do it myself ...