t.e. part 8

...so there we are at the sub sandwich shop...the fucker gives me a stale bun...he wont replace it either...luckily...the cops are right across the street...but do you think they care...no!!! wouldnt shoot the fucker or anything...so i get on the phone...(its right outside the shop)...and pretend i am a lawyer...i tell him i am gonna take him to the fucking cleaners...t.e...says..."yea , cleaners"...we went for a drive...t.e. understood my pain...never went there again...(actually...i think the sub guy had a gun)...luv stu