A major incident took place today in the gothic household.
This is why you have to watch the doses on your gear and avoid roid rage.

HER STORY::

Goth and I were sitting outside today when unknown persons drove by and flipped us off--for absolutely no reason. Goth jumps up from the table and heads for the car. I tried to caution him...calm him down because his temper is INSANE even without gear. But right now with the Tren and high-dose Test he's running, I was concerned he may end up in the pokey for sure. So I called out to him and he say's "SHUT UP". I can't begin to tell you how hurt I was..I couldn't believe he had just told me to shut up. He grabs a claw hammer and gets in the car and starts to leave. I ran out to the car and asked him to come in the house. I was a little worried, so I told him "Honey, maybe we should store the gear away for a few weeks...just untill your levels come down a little." It was no use...he tore out of the driveway and went to catch the church bus with the two small children who had made the obscene gesture. He came back a few minutes later and walked in the house, grabs the suitcase full of gear and tried to leave with it. I was in tears by now, and just wanted him to calm down. I thought maybe I could distract him with sex, so I gently carressed his groin area. But it was no use. He must have been high on something because he staggered out the door, and swiped a cup of ice water so hard that a cube of ice hit the cat in the head and knocked it unconscious for nearly 2 minutes, and that's the last I saw of him untill just a short while ago. I think he's smoking weed again.

HIS STORY::

That's biggest lie since O.J. said he didn't do it.
Here's what really happened:
We were sitting outside discussing what she wanted for her birthday which was last week (I forgot bitches---sue me), when 3 or 4 bikers ride by and flip me off. I'm never one to pick a fight---I'm a lover not a fighter. But that wasn't enough for hardbitch. She comes off with,.."Are you a man or a fucking mouse...you're 200 pounds of BEEF---go beat some ass".
Well, that was all I needed to hear. I thought maybe I could reason with them once I caught them, so I took some rolled up fliers from our church to see if they might be interested in a better life---a walk with Jesus. Hardbody goes APESHIT because she saw this as weakness.....or what we like to call in America, A BIG PUSSY. I thought, she's right---all three of those fat-ass yuppies (yeah, that's what most "bikers" are these days---if you're old school biker, then props for staying real), are going to taste some Gothic Gunz. Unfortunately, a search turned up nothing.
I get back to the house, and SYBIL is telling me that if I can't be a man, then I don't need to be on gear and says she's going to dump it...except for the Deca, var, and Primo, which she was going to kindly take possession of. I go to grab my little lunchbox with my little stash inside, and she kicks me in the nuts. It was all I could do to stagger out the door. Then she makes a big deal because I accidentally knocked over a cup of ice water.
I need a fat spliff after this bullshit.... I don't feel safe around her anymore. I need to get a restraining order....or a bodyguard.