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The police just left (different officers this time), the third time Donnie's called them on me in less than 2 weeks.
Last night I made some noodles, and put the cooking pot in the sink to soak overnight.
When I got up this morning, the pot was in the trash can, put there by Donnie, no doubt. (He later admitted to the police he did it.) He did it in a pique of spite.
Pissed off, I grabbed the pot out of the trash can, banged it on his door, and shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?"
So he called the police.
They came, and told me the same thing they always tell me, stay away from him, which I had been doing, up until this morning.
This is getting really old.
Last night I made some noodles, and put the cooking pot in the sink to soak overnight.
When I got up this morning, the pot was in the trash can, put there by Donnie, no doubt. (He later admitted to the police he did it.) He did it in a pique of spite.
Pissed off, I grabbed the pot out of the trash can, banged it on his door, and shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?"
So he called the police.
They came, and told me the same thing they always tell me, stay away from him, which I had been doing, up until this morning.
This is getting really old.
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