Damn all this time Sportz was just one big troll.

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Re: Damn all this time Sportz was just one big troll.

I still remember that day. He was making eggs and he asks me, "How do you want your eggs cooked?" Knowing that his cooking sucks, I said what anybody would. "I do not want that shit." Immediately, his suitableness turns to anger.

'Oh sorry princess, are my eggs not fucking good enough for you?' He picks up the frying pan and threatens me with it. I back away, saying

'No Uncle, I just do not want any right now, thank you.' I figured I had defused the situation now, but I only made it worst when I grabbed a peice of toast and put it in the toaster.

'Oh, so you want toast but you won't eat my eggs you little prick!'

'No Uncle, I just do not want to get sick like I did last time I ate the eggs.'

'Oh, I see. Now, your being disrespectful huh? Come here, boy I aint gonna tell you again.'

POW! POW! POW! He had hit me with the frying pan three, count them THREE, times. I was in so much pain and confusion when he started throwing the eggs at me. I was like, what da hell is this? I did only what I thought was right.

'Oh, now you going to have to eat my eggs. I am going to fucking make you eat my eggs bitch. My eggs are no good, huh?'

'No Uncle, your eggs are good I promise, look they are really good.' I started to eat the eggs off the floor. They needed a bit more salt as I feared from the beginning and he would always put way to much pepper in them. I started crying, you know, not because of this but because, you know, it was a Monday.

'Oh, now you crying aint you. You little baby. Cry baby cry! Would you wish for me to collect your tears so you can drink that instead of my water, since everything I touch is so bad, huh crybaby?'

'No, Uncle. No please do not. I just wish you would of put some salt in the eggs, that is all.'

'oh, and I wish your daddy would of added some salt into your mama's eggs instead of sperm, but I guess we can't all get what we wish for, huh crybaby?' He walked out of the room as I laid covered in eggs. And pee. I had peed myself in fear. I do that sometimes.

And I guess that is where it all started, really.