Syndicate and Hague

Here is a basic transcript from the insane screaming from the landlord’s boyfriend from last night. If only I had it all on my voice mail. Sadly, I do not. Here is the personality we’re escaping from. (from the voice mail)

I’m sorry you got smart with me tonight, watch what I can do…don’t get cocky with me if you think i get loud. You better talk nice to me. You can go ahead and get as smart ass as you want to, because you’ll never find a house like i’ve given to you. So don’t get bitchy with me cuz I’m not in a good mood tonight, got it? And i don’t like your fuckin old dog destroying my backyard. Don’t get smart at me if I’m loud because your fuckin cow she can’t even ride a bike she falls over and wakes me up three times a day. Don’t get smart with me you fuckin dykes. And you’re dirty dykes, your house stinks…you want somethin? Take your fuckin old dog and get the fuck out of my home, got it bitch? Go find somethin…go find a place, go find a fuckin place you asshole don’t ever talk to me again. Watch what i do. Watch what a lawyer can do, bitch.

I’m assuming that I’m the “cow” but I totally take issue with him claiming I fall off my bike! I have never fallen off my bike. Silly.

Okay, that was making overly light of the conversation, but that’s what it was…that’s what was on the voicemail. God, I love technology.

And, um, yeah, so we’re getting out of his fucking house. YIPPEE!!!