Hot Head
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
Tonight I dropped in on the Fedster's to take back what was rightfully mine. At the very least, I could confiscate the smaller space heater. When I walked into his house, it was downright toasty. I could curl up on the couch and sleep for days, which is exactly what the big loser was doing. There he was sawing logs next to MY brand new space heater. I kicked the couch and told him to wake up.
"I need one of the space heaters. I'm sick," I told him.
"Sorry, the other one is at my office," he said matter of factly and rolls back over into a slumber. "You'll be fine."
I waited until he was almost in dreamland again to try and snatch the heater. As I moveed to grab it, the heat radiating from the heater told me that wasn't not such a good idea. I told J-Fed to eat shit and die before slamming his door and going back into the cold, cold night.
Maybe he would burn in hell after all.
