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This guy walked in this morning and he's pissed. Fortunately, it wasn't at us.
"GIMME SOME MOTHERFUCKIN' LOCKS. RIGHT NOW. ENOUGH TO DO ALL THE FUCKIN' DOORS IN MY HOUSE!"
Okay, you have two doors on the outside of your house?
"THREE. I GOT THREE FUCKIN DOORS AND I NEED LOCKS FOR ALL OF THEM."
I'm thinkin' the dude got broke in on or something, y'know? So I get him three of the best locks we have--he liked that--and made sure all three used the same key; he liked that too. He barked out a few other commands. Enough of this shit.
'Sir, you seem to be awfully upset. What's up?'
"Oh man, you ain't never gonna believe this shit." (Actually, I can believe damn near anything in this town.) "I just got back from a year in Iraq. About a week after I got over there, my wife sent me a letter sayin' she found a real good-payin' job that paid all the bills and we'd just save up all the money I made in Iraq."
'So far so good. I take it you didn't like the job she found or something?'
"You damn straight. She went out clubbin' last night with some of her friends and, about nine at night, all these guys started showin' up. Dudes I never seen before. Turns out the bitch started a muthafuckin HO HOUSE right in my own fuckin' bedroom. Doin' fifteen guys a night. Tore the shit out my lawn lettin' 'em park on the grass and the skanky bitch didn't even take out the fuckin' rubbers. Just kicked 'em under the bed and let 'em get hard. Hundreds and hundreds of fuckin' rubbers. Bitch don't know I know she's a ho but she's gonna find out quick I know. She's goin' out clubbin' tonight. All the guys in my squad are comin' over tonight after she leaves. We gonna throw her shit out in the yard and change all the locks. Ain't gonna let the bitch back in, neither."
Yes, subtlety does reign in this gentleman's house.
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