Last week, I called Jacob telling him I wanted my game back. He told me he'd get it back to me that weekend.
The weekend came and went, and still no game. Yesterday, I called him twice. First time, it rang three times before going to voice mail. The second time, it immediately went to voice mail. This means that he realized someone was calling him and ignored the call by pressing the End Call button, and then proceeded to turn off his phone. That pissed me off.
Today, I call him several times throughout the day with no success. I finally call his HOUSE rather than his cell, and his dad answers the phone, telling me Jake's on his way home from work. Okay, he was at work, no wonder he couldn't answer the phone. His dad assures me he'll let Jake know I called, and will tell him to call me back.
Two hours later, I start calling Jake's cell again. The first call, he actually answers the phone before hastily hanging up. All the other calls after that are ignored with that magic End Call button. Straight to voice mail. Now, I'm generally nice to people, so I really don't want to, but I call his house again, get his dad, and he says, "Wait, Jake didn't call you back yet?"
... Ohhhhhhh...
"Ginny (his mom) even called him while he was on his way home and let him know you called about your game..."
OHHHHHH. This is fun. By this time, I'm fuming. It would've been excusable if his parents had simply forgotten to let him know, but no, he KNEW, and he didn't call me back. The piece of shit lied to me. I calmly let him know I want my game, and he slings this bullshit story at me about how busy he's been lately, and how the game is, for whatever reason, at his girlfriend's DORM ROOM. He'lll get it back to me when he has time, he says.
Know what? I don't want it back when he has time, I want it back by tomorrow. If not, I'm going down there with a bat to bust his face in, because I'm getting the feeling that he's either lost it, or broken it. If that's the case, he'll fucking pay an arm and a leg. I will force feed him vomit. Besides, when I'm done with him, he'll be on a liquid diet for years, cause he sure as fuck isn't gonna be chewing anything anytime soon. Probably gumming on cocks to pay me back for my game, at most, and I fuckin' expect him to do whatever it takes to get me that damn money.
P.S., I want a Flaaffy. Evolve, Mareep! ;--;
The weekend came and went, and still no game. Yesterday, I called him twice. First time, it rang three times before going to voice mail. The second time, it immediately went to voice mail. This means that he realized someone was calling him and ignored the call by pressing the End Call button, and then proceeded to turn off his phone. That pissed me off.
Today, I call him several times throughout the day with no success. I finally call his HOUSE rather than his cell, and his dad answers the phone, telling me Jake's on his way home from work. Okay, he was at work, no wonder he couldn't answer the phone. His dad assures me he'll let Jake know I called, and will tell him to call me back.
Two hours later, I start calling Jake's cell again. The first call, he actually answers the phone before hastily hanging up. All the other calls after that are ignored with that magic End Call button. Straight to voice mail. Now, I'm generally nice to people, so I really don't want to, but I call his house again, get his dad, and he says, "Wait, Jake didn't call you back yet?"
... Ohhhhhhh...
"Ginny (his mom) even called him while he was on his way home and let him know you called about your game..."
OHHHHHH. This is fun. By this time, I'm fuming. It would've been excusable if his parents had simply forgotten to let him know, but no, he KNEW, and he didn't call me back. The piece of shit lied to me. I calmly let him know I want my game, and he slings this bullshit story at me about how busy he's been lately, and how the game is, for whatever reason, at his girlfriend's DORM ROOM. He'lll get it back to me when he has time, he says.
Know what? I don't want it back when he has time, I want it back by tomorrow. If not, I'm going down there with a bat to bust his face in, because I'm getting the feeling that he's either lost it, or broken it. If that's the case, he'll fucking pay an arm and a leg. I will force feed him vomit. Besides, when I'm done with him, he'll be on a liquid diet for years, cause he sure as fuck isn't gonna be chewing anything anytime soon. Probably gumming on cocks to pay me back for my game, at most, and I fuckin' expect him to do whatever it takes to get me that damn money.
P.S., I want a Flaaffy. Evolve, Mareep! ;--;