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it was a CHUB! horrible little things. i feel sorry for them i do. made to suit the twisted fancy of urban lassies.
the reason why the ;laptop didnt go to oblivion is i think because when i tossed it it was closed it hit the grass bounced then somehow opened and laid on grass. the chub started nibblin at the corner. by the time i got to it i thought for sure it was toast i saw the beats nibblin and tugging and it freaked me out! the argg argg wow argg ummmm arr arr ummm, little controlled burs of aggression the beats was shaking in excitement i didn't do nothing drastic to it but the lady took offence it was a real bad day which only got worse.

now this is a devotedknuckles update.
A wee bit of back ground now that its over.
My wee lad is only close to a year old but ever since he was born he instinctively has always hated banks. I cant explain it. Every time i take him to a bank he takes the fit of all fits. sleeping outside as soon as were in fit! take him out sleep. This has always been the case. He just doesn't like banks. Pubs he loves and they love him. I moved against my better judgment to an area of old wasp old money Toronto. built for and made for masons. i dont know why well yes i do but i didnt know it would be so cruel. they are all over the place masons and prods most masons are dead and buried in a weird masonic cemetery right behind me pad. so i take me wee lad to my bank and like always he takes a fit! big time. a woman gives me a stare i stare back i tell her he doesn't like banks, she says "what he doesn't like money?" i say "well how could he its all dirty, have you ever seen clean loot he just doesn't like being mugged" she shuts up i wait in line my son is freaking my wife is there and so holds him to calm him down.
then it gets nasty.
By this time i have already sipped me mid mornin pint, its not even noon. i go up to the teller and begin the whole bullsh*t with the lady, give her the card which is my wifes who is 2 feet behind me with my son. i begin to type in numbers, its to cash a cheuqe then the lady asks me if i'm my wife jane doe(alias of course) i look at her and say "do i look to be in drag lass, thats my wife" and i point to her , the teller locks down all the computer and seizes the card saying its wrong for me to have and use my wifes card and walks away.
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i freak out.! against the better judgment of my wife i begin to get nasty. and demand our card back, they get nasty back, i get more nasty and i realize i'm talkin with a bunch of prods, masons to boot. they try to ignore me i begin to make paper airplanes with the papers laying about and toss them at the woman who started it. it gets bad some customers begin to support me all i wanted was our card back the boss comes out and says its wrong for me to have and hold my wifes card even though she is a foot behind me. i cant comprehend this and say "if its wrong where in the Holy book does it say such rubbish. you theiving bastards!" they keep me in play as the cops take there time in getting to the bank. i go through maybe three squadrons of paper airplanes until the show up. in front of me the boss folds and cuts our cards i get escorted out my wife with my son still freaking demands to close the account. The cops were nice enough for a change and asked me some questions first of which was if ive been drinking? i sense a trap and say yes "i had a fine pint mid morning, at a fine pub, the old sod right across the road". they say they often frequent it and i get spooked. Then they just tell me look this is a disturbance i explain what happened. and they looked through the wee black book seeing if they could arrest me for anything. they could im sure but throwing paper airplanes at bankers is not really assault. even after they type me name in the computer its still not assault. they tell me to go and never go to this particular branch again. i was lucky.
i go home without me wife and my head detonates. Enter the CHUB
but theres more.
i figure we will just go to a different branch of the same bank and re-open me wifes account. i also have an account (did) with these thieves but i figured why not. so we go to a different branch but these bastards keep secret records on file and soon we are again escorted out i keep my cool this time and go across the road and we open an account at another den of thieves. that should of been the end of it. but yesterday i get a registered letter from the bank giving me until jne 15 to close my account and detailing all the things i done and how they will get a trespass warrant and peace warrant against me if i go on any bank property. some of the claims are absurd
i used racial slurs. ie prod
i threatened staff. the paper airplanes
i used foul language, no argument
i took pictures not true
i caused a disturbance (they caused it i'm the victim) .
thats what happened i just got a frame for it to go next to the other absurd letters ive received from prod canadains.
what can i say
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also the owner of the CHUB complained to the management and i received a letter warning me tossing laptops or anything of off the balcony is against building regulations and not to do it again. so i can have a rat crossed with a pig in the building but not throw me very own laptop of me balcony.
what gives