Drama in da hood'

I am not going to make it to the Ball this evening due to a problem with the trashy breeders who live behind my studio. I can not get into too many details right now but basically these despicable monsters live behind the studio and they have children who are horribly behaved.

The "parents" are typical toothless Springer addicts who pay more attention to how much ice cream is in the freezer than how their ill bred offspring are acting. Said mini monsters have been destroying the back windows at my studio for several years. I finally caught them in the act this evening. When I went to tell Mr potato head about his fucking heathens, he became belligerent. I am a very reasonable person when it comes to dealing with unpleasantness. I told him we would just let the police handle it and that he should have a nice evening. He was under the impression I would not want to call them because of the nature of my business. Wrong, jackass.

Now I have to wait for the Police to come and deal with this rather than convincing downtown Portland to "Just Suck It Already". I am concerned they will do further damage, I keep hearing things being thrown back there. Since it is non emergency on a Saturday they could not tell me when they would be here. I sent safer sex supplies and promo materials for the ball but I have to stay here and handle this. I detest drama but that ignorant pig has no idea the can of worms he just opened. I am gonna piss on Kitten while I wait for the cheese, perhaps that will lift my spirits.

Down with Springer addicts!