I wrote this after an arguement at work. Things may sound harsh, but I mixed it up just a little for effect. But it was about someone welching on a bet with my favorite team the Philidephia Eagles.
“Ooohhh!” He says in a stereotypical Italian manner.
“ You got my ten bucks?”
“What ten bucks?”
“From the Eagles bet. Indy got whooped, pay up.”
“We never bet. I never shook on it.”
“Are you serious don’t welch you goof.”
He goes to the wash room to change. I hate welchers.
“You’re a fuckin’ goof if you don’t pay up.”
“Don‘t call me a goof.”
“Don‘t be a fuckin goof and give me the money welcher.”
“Fuck you.”
He walks by me as if he wants to hit me.
“Are you serious you know you made the bet.”
“We didn’t shake, there was no bet.”
“You’re a fuckin’ bum. Pay up.”
“You’re a dumbass.”
“No. I’m not the dropout.”
Did I go to far?
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