wits end

[swalk]

evening!

as you may of guessed im at my wits end, the cheeky wee man who supplies me seems to have ripped me off for an 8th. i keep calling him and hes making exuses. how do i get him to stop with the bull and get his arse in gear????

[MastaChronic]

kick his ass

[swalk]

i would but hes bigger than me and im just a weed

[MastaChronic]

oooooo, wow, he's bigger than you, so what? if the dudes makin excuses instead of just sayin "so what?" then he's probably not sure if he could win in a fight against you. size doesnt matter, im a 140 pound 5-10 little mofo and i woop the shit out of anyone fuckin with my money, thats how you got to look at it, not as weed, but money. if a dude jacked 50 bucks from you would you beat his ass? i dont know about you, but i would.

[swalk]

im all into womens rights, but i really dont think i would win in a fight, ok i might get one decent punch before i run :-)

what really pisses me off is it isnt even a lot of money, it the principle

[MastaChronic]

bah! if you have a mindset like that of course your gonna lose, you dont think that you'll win, you KNOW your going to win
just me, but after i get done mopping the pavement with his scalp, id steal his weed and tell him not to fuck with again, thats just me tho

[swalk]

i aint taking on any muslims, u take on one u take on em all.

so i will have to go just lick my wounds

[MastaChronic]

lol, what your thinking of is mexicans "you mess with one bean you mess with the whole burrito" kinda racist but its true for the most part. you can do what you want, but im tellin you, you shouldnt just let people walk over you, how old are you?

[swalk]

31 and yes i should know better.

[MastaChronic]

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