As you all know, well, most of you, I think, I lived with a satanist. Guess what? He had the nerve to come back to MY house. So I greet him.... Which is more like face him. He then starts off with a lecture. What am I doing with my life, how am I gonna spend it? All that crap. As fat as I know, it's my damn business. Then afterwards, he asks questions about the house and my brother and accuses my older brother of ruining everything. I think to myself, "You ruined everything when you started preaching about Satan." He then starts making threats to stab my brother when he see's him. I've just about had enough. Then afterwards, he asks how's the Internet? What the fuck? I say it's fine and he pulls out his laptop. I just put on my shoes and head to McD's. But I head to my brother's workplace. (Which is Southside Liqour Store. .-. Random info) I tell my brother what's happened and he first decides to get some friends, but his co-worker say that the best thing to do is call the cops. So he does so. Now I just sat here typing this and letting you all know what's happening. I sure as hell hope that by the time I go home or my brother gets off work, that satanist is gone. He's not even allowed to come back. If things went down, I'd have to take charge and actually attack him. I don't wanna do that. I need prayers. Really bad. Thank you for reading this. I greatly appreciate it.
Ethan, I have bigger kitchen knife in my room .-. I'm prepared. His dinky little knife is gonna do shit all. .-.
You have 4 options bro Call the cops Rape his ass with a kantana Slice his head open with a sledgehammer use your super ultra mega badass throwing knives at his face with a box on it technique pick
Have you ever thought hunny that he's calling himself a satanist to scare you and make himself appear more creepy?