gonzo22

I went to town to return my friend's bike to him after I fixed it. And he wasn't home when he was supposed to be. No, he was two streets over because his aunt dragged him there to help move a couch after he'd spent the day doing yard work. And then he texted me asking for my help too. He didn't even tell me what he needed my help with till I got there. I had to park a few houses down. And was basically looking down as I was walking because I just wanted this over with. And then I accidentally walked into the wrong house. That's my fault. But I wasn't familiar with the area, and my friend told me to walk right in. I entered and asked where &&&& was. And was met with half a dozen people staring at me. Then this guy who was a walking white-trash stereotype comes stomping in, an yelling "What are you doing in my house!". I looked out the door and realized my mistake, and started apologizing. But this guy kept coming at me. He was shirtless, and had both a mullet and mustache. I tried to