( Notice the capital “Ass Whuppin”, for the record that’s the kind that little kids get, you know the one that stops them from breathing? )
I wouldn’t even get mad at her. IF, I was able to control myself enough to NOT pick her up and throw ( literally, hulk hogan, undertaker style), if was able to control myself enough to NOT pick her up and throw her out on her ass. I’d let her smash it, to bits, let her scream, yell and bitch. I wouldn’t lay a hand on her at all, I’d actually apologize. ( Make no mistake, this is worthy of an ass whuppin ). And, tell her how I’m so sorry that I wasn’t paying attention to her. I’d even BEG for forgiveness.
When she leaves the apartment ….
I’d call the locksmith. And have them change the locks. Then, I’d spend the rest of the day packing up all of her sentimental items. And, cutting all of her clothing into strips of confetti. Underwear and lingerie included. And, when she’s yelling up at me, screaming for me to let her in; I’ll be throwing her a ticker tape parade with her own clothes. And, any electronics ( laptop, ipod, cell phone ) would be kept until she returned the money for my PlayStation
Too crazy?
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