Right this is a huge post and there is some bad language blanked out, but still advisable not to read if easily offended or kids are about.
Now me and my brother haven't spoken for years a good ten years I'd say, he's the worlds worse for gobbing off and having nothing to back it up with and I've given him countless beatings in the past for things that he has done, now to be honest we have just ignored each other and got on with our lives, until recently. Now being the stupid little prick he really is this is how things have been going. He got a 59 plate Peugeot 207 GTi on finance well actually his mrs which he is cheating on pays for it because he doesn't work and hardly ever has, he sits on the social pretends he has endless amounts of money but gets £47.50 a week. Anyway this car has obviously made him gods gift so he drives around like lord of the manor in this 207 GTi. I think oh well I'm sure I'll get over it, because he's told people that I'm jealous of him hence the reason for the fallout, not the reason at all and I can't really see what I'd be jealous about?
Anyway since he got this car or should I say his dopey mrs got this car back in September last year, everytime I've seen him he sits there staring, personally I think grow up, come and see me you've got something to say. Anyway good couple of months back he was staring and I was in a particularly bad mood at that precise moment in time so I thought I will say something as he was driving past, giving a bit of see you next Tuesday, so he slows give menthe wan**r sign, so being in the mood I was in I pulled over on a bypass lay-by got out the car and said let's have some, only for him to drive off as I was expecting anyway.
Next episode consists of him still looking for a good month or so, giving a bit of mouth every now and again, with me again ignoring him. Then comes me parking outside my mums house who comes down the road? You guessed right, yes. So there I am parking the BMW and he comes right close to the front of my car revving up, yet again I think what a kid grow up. Then I finish parking, get out he's up the road going into my sisters shop and shouts out wan*er, so I stand there and look at him, and start laughing he then goes well come on then, so I start walking towards him and say that's your lot idiot, so he runs in the shop, obviously not wanting to get my sisters shop a bad name I turn around a go indoors. He then rings my dad and says, "dad, Dels giving me a load of mouth" as luck would have it my dad was stood in the porch, so dad says to him "you started mate" phone went down instantly. His son then comes into my mums and says you've got anything to say to him go up there and say it, so I flew at him, only for him to bugger off too.
Then there comes today, driving home from McDonalds, see him coming in the opposite direction he's staring so I have a good stare back, he goes past so I look in my mirror and he's turning round, so I slow down so he can catch up, he races up my arse again on this bypass but at the the set of traffic lights, so I look in the mirror and he's waving a black metal baseball bat around, so I said as he was behind come here idiot and pointed next to me, he pulls up and says you want to carry on your mouth you idiot, so I had to him f**k you, you fat little wan*er I'll take you with or without a bat, so he leans over and starts pushing the bat in my window, so I'm just sitting there because I know he hasn't got the 'dangle berries' to hit me with the bat, by this time the lights are green cars behind are tooting and at this point I'm going mental then he smacks the bat on the back window of the beemer, so I said as there is a road opposite over there you wan*er this is getting sorted now!
Gets over the road, he stops, I stop about 3cm behind him, was thinking about ramming his shitter but thought why damage my car for that, anyway, I open the door get half out of the car and he does a U-turn and stops and the lights, I go to pull alongside and to be honest I was going to kick the shit out of him, but so I can't get alongside he swings his car in front of me, now we're back on the bypass he slows and gives it more mouth, so I say to him "follow me you idiot we're going somewhere to sort this where there are no witnesses" I said a lot more at this point but can't put it on here for some obvious reasons. Shocked that he's following me I look in my mirror and he looks sick, because he knows where I'm taking him a very, very quiet country lane. So we get near the turn off point and he shoots round the roundabout into a Tescos, so I pull up and sit in a lay-by, he then drives past a good 5 minutes later waving his hand saying come on, then I follow him again, then what conveniently happens 3 police Skodas are suddenly dotted all around me and they say come on mate go home and calm down. So off I went home, but I will cop him tomorrow.
Why the he'll do people, gob off, cause shit they can't handle then get a weapon out and when you don't back down they turn around and call the police? I've never known someone like it in my life. What happened to getting out of a car and having a proper fight, no weapons, just hands and then that's that, you then ignore each other. What happened to that?
Ok that's my huge rant over!
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