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Wednesday, March 9, 2005


   money, money, money...
YES! YES YES YES! It's about fuckin' time something like this happened to me! Well, it happened to my brother, James, but I still get payed off! OK, there was a house recently built at the end of my street. Some rich guy appearently built it and now lives in it. He owns about 5 sports cars, 3 motorcycles, and a 4-wheeler that he thinks is perfect to come screeming down our street at 3 in the morning when I'm trying to sleep. So, this guy is a major league prick. He also owns a nasty little rottweiler thats barks at us every time we walk by, heading for the bus stop. Well, this morning on our way to the bus stop, that damn bitch was loose and it went straight for James' throat. He put his arm up is self defence and it left a pretty bad bite mark. 3 deep cuts from the claws and 4 deep wounds from the teeth in his upper left forearm. Then the owner came running out.

Owner: Don't worry, she doesn't bite!
James: Then what the fuck do you call this?!
Owner: Oh, shit. Uh... sorry?
Me: Sorry? Yeah, fuckin', right! Oh, you are SO paying for this!
James: (to me) Dude, don't go shooting off your mouth again. It's not that bad.
Me: Dude! Look at your arm!
James: (looking at arm) Holy shit! (to owner) You are SO paying for this!

We went to school, anyway and I took James straight to the nurse. She sent James home. When I got home around 10, my dad looked at me and said, "Did you get a good look at your brother's arm?!" My dad is going to phone up a lawyer tomorrow and suing the owner's ass. Since the wounds will definitly leave scars, we might get lucky and get off with physical disfigurement. That shit could be worth up from 1 to 250,000 dollars! Woo-hoo! We'll see how that goes. I will definitly keep you updated on that. Until then, I'm out. *walks away, singing* (We're in the money... We're in the money... lat da, dadah da da da dat da dada dah...)

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