wow, I didn’t know I could do that

Yesterday, Steve and I were fairly bored and decided to call my cousin Denis (more or less like my little brother), and his girlfriend (one of my good friends before they even met) off and on of the past 6 years, Amanda.  Mandy for shortness and not to be confusing in this blog.

 Now they didn’t have that much to do either, and Mandy said Aiden was kind of cranky and would be going to bed fairly early.  So we made plans with them and decided to head to Cambridge to play poker with them.  By the time we got there (lliquor store stop, and to be nice we grabbed a Pizza) Stacy (mandys sister)  Kayla (mandys cousin)  and Dean (Kaylas bf) were there.

 We all sat down, and poker began.  About 5 minutes into the game, Denis’ phone goes off.  Mandy gave him a look of death and he ignored it.  This kept happening all throughout every hand.  I eventually got pissed off with hearing Stewie Griffin and asked what the fuck he was doing.

Apparently before we got there, Manda (a different one) called him.  Now this bitch is crazy.  Denis dated her for a span of 2 months last year while him and Mandy were broke up.  I said, “oh, well why don’t you give me her number? She doesn’t know my number.”

After a few minutes Denis tells me her number and I text her, all my text said was “Hey bitch!  Shut the fuck up, we are trying to play some poker here!”

She text me back demanding to know who I was and how I got her number.

The game pretty much stopped at this point because they all wanted to know what I was saying to her.  We text back and forth having a go at eachother for about 10 minutes, when I has enough.

I text her and told her things that only myself, her and Denis would know. I called her just about every name I could think of.  Finally she text back asking me what business was it of mine about her and Denis.

Now I was angry enough that the bitch ruined poker night.  Dispite the fact that Stacey was kicking our asses and I was down a few dollars.  But now I was really pissed.  I sent her a big long text saying that she should come on over.  I could teach her how to be a lady, how to not be blantently be walked on the way Denis screams at her to fuck off only to have her call him saying ‘I love you, I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me’ and how to keep a man.

She stopped.

All was quiet for a while and we were all having a good time again.  Denis’ phone rings.  He hands it to me and says ‘have fun with her.’

I picked up, said hello and was greeted with “Wheres Denis?  You’re not Mandy. Wheres Denis?”

I ripped into her even further. So she hung up.  Then called back a little while later.  I told Denis to pick up, I was too busy having a conversation to bother with the bitch again.

Denis started laughing hystirically.  She was sobbing.  She begged him to ask whoever that was to just leave her alone, please.  He hands the phone back to me.  I said “well you know what Manda. Now you know what its like to be stalked.  You want me to stop, don’t ever call, text, or email my little brother again.”

In the past 24 hours, Denis’ cell phone has never been so quiet.

~ by Merrick on December 11, 2006.