... put your bitch in her place (9/9/09).

Well this is something that could happen in a comedy, but it's in my real life:

A while ago, I mentioned that Kit gave my boy, Brian at the GNC, her business card for hockey tickets.

Let's review: Kit is someone from my high school years. If she wasn't my homie's ex, I'd be doing the old "in-out" with her, Clockwork Orange status, but in a good way. So I'd just been busting a #3 to her. And I normally don't jack off to my friends' exes either, but she cheated on him so I don't thing the homies would care. Anyway ...

Brian doesn't have his own computer, so he gave Kit's business card to his friend (whose name escapes me at the moment, so I'll temporarily call him the Hatter). The Hatter was to get the hockey tickets through his internet. But Hatter left the business card in the pocket of his pants where his girlfriend found it.

Somehow, his girlfriend assumed, because of the business card, that Hatter was cheating! So the crazy bitch began stalking Kit on the internet and went nuclear on the Hatter with accusations!

1) What kind of bitch assumes that a business card means cheating? 2) What kind of bitch "shoots first and asks questions later?"

If a bitch tried that on me, her ass would be dumped so fast! Thank God, Brian cleared up the whole thing with Hatter's bitch. But I told Brian to pass on a message to Hatter for me. Brian had me write it down:

Grow some balls and put your bitch in her place.

In other news, I told Andres that I might need 1 more week to heal up completely. Andres told me to take as much time as I need.