Dale here. Sounds like Mike is getting mad again. Back in college we always called him Mad Mike. Mike was always looking up to the leaders on the team, the players like me. I could pull mad pussay back in those days. Straight playa here ya boi! And I was fast too, always #1 on the team, Mike was always looking up to me and envious of the way I scored chics left and right. Mike wasn't even in the top 7 as a frosh, unlike me, but he always ran on pure hate. I told him you gottta run on love man, don't be a hater. Mike would go into these absolute rages where he would just smash things - books, calculators, nintendos, didn't matter; then he'd go run an 800 all out on the track, what dumb training, you gotta run on love and smell the roses.
By senior year, Mike had hated his way to #2 on the team, I remember some of the most gut wrenching hateful screams coming from that man. But there was always me, smooth as can be, showing up to meets the night after the big frat party hungover and pulling the win, ya boi!!! That year coach got some big recruiting bucks from the athletic department, apparently some football all star had decided to go to State U at the last minute. Coach pulled this absolute drop dead gorgeous kitten from Kenya, Sara. It was obv that I was going to be first to slay her. Me, Dale, the star of the team. But something weird happened, Sara was somehow attracted to this loser Mike. They ended up marrying and having a kid.
Boy, did that make me mad. That's not love, man. Real lovers let the team captain get first pick of the new kittens. Whelp, the years went by and I conquered many more ladies, beat Mike in many more races, but I never had Sara. Until last summer, I saw Sara in a bar crying. Apparently Mike had gone into a rage, finding his favorite track locked and smashed Sara's phone. That's Mike always mad. Sara told him to get some professional help, but he'd rather just smash stuff and run 800s. Anywho, things were goin bad and I'm irresistable so one thing led to another.
I've always been worried Sara would go back to Mike though. I mean I'm not faithful and how could I be with all those lionesses out there. Anyways, Mike was super mad; that's Mike, always mad. He swore he'd crush me at the Turkey Trot this year. Whelp one thing led to another and I pulled another win out of the air, pure love, gobble gobble mother letsrunners. I stood around the finish line waiting for my girl Sara to finish and who do I see but Mad Mike, kicking down the road looking like he's hating life. Out of the blue, Sara comes flying to down the road! That's my kitten! She nips Mike at the line. Moments later, Mike is pounding his fists on the water table, but it doesn't break and he just keeps pounding! Wow, what a loser!
Sara keeps saying she'll go back to Mike because of the other women, but I doubt it. Last night Sara's son called and said his dad smashed his xbox. Apparently he was in the final level of Halo 3 on the last guy and his dad just busted in the room and smashed it up. That's Mike, the mad Dad, what a loser!
Dale out!