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Speaking of questions, how often did Phil spam his horrible erotic fanfiction at you?
Why did you gut a man like a salmon while staring him in the eyes?
As touched upon in one of my other posts, someone got drunk, forgot how keys work, decided I must have done this on behalf of our mutual landlord, and/or that our mutual landlord was in my apartment, broke into said apartment at 2 AM and attacked me. Woken from a sound sleep, cornered in my bedroom, and wearing only a pair of white briefs, I attempted to reason with him, demonstrated that I had a knife and was prepared to defend myself, then tried to close and barricade my bedroom door against him. He broke down that door and lunged at me, and I swung the knife while staring him in the face...and when the police came (after I called them while he was kicking in my front door) he somehow convinced them that I was the aggressor.
considering that my then significant other was also male, could we maybe not use the word "faggotry" please?
Doesn't sound like you sliced him open like a salmon then. When people slice a salmon open it's to gut or fillet them. Sounds like you maybe gave him a few superficial cuts while leaving him totally ambulatory and capable of speaking to the police. Is that what you did? Left some bitchy little scratches on his forearms maybe?
@Phil's Favorite Footlong out of the original trilogy, what's your favorite Mad Max movie?
Lateral swipe across the chest, and they had to take him to the hospital for stitches. I'd just been hoping to make him back off, but he was faster than I expected.
@Phil's Favorite Footlong what type of knife did u gut him with?
A fairly high end chef's knife. It's really a shame I lost it to the evidence locker; it was so sharp I didn't even feel it make contact, I didn't realize I'd opened him up until afterward.
Why were you sleeping with a high end chefs knife? That sounds dangerous.
Whole other long story, but the short version is that I had a sizeable pile of dishes in my bedroom to prevent a co-tenant from using them without my permission.
Why does your roommate need permission to use your dishes? Isn't cohabitation about sharing stuff?
Could you perhaps describe Phil's interactions with Corrine in detail? Was Phil in love with her?
He was not my friend, and I didn't choose to live with him specifically. I dealt with the landlord directly, the co-tenant came with the 2 BR apartment, was supposed to be leaving shortly after I moved in, and would use my only cook pot and leave it half full of leftovers for a week if I wasn't proactive. Asking him not to didn't work. I also had substantial amounts of groceries/supplies simply vanish into thin air after he'd have company over (we're talking large things like a 2 pound package of ground beef, a gallon jug of laundry detergent, or a 12-pack of toilet paper, things that one doesn't just forget using). I tried to keep anything I wanted to use- or continue owning- out of the common areas.
I never used the word "gutted."Was he the one you gutted like a fish?