Hi, my name is Kooter (thats all you will get out of me for now, haha). I am that guy who just loves to help that person whoi is stuck on the side of the orad. You may think of me as some type of hero or such but I am not. I just like to help my fellow man. You may think I am the nicest young man to come around.
I'm not. I am a very bad person. I did drugs for a very long time, shit if you are one of the people I was helping in the past, I was high when you met me.
I also beat the shit out of some fuckers too. I threw this one dude out a window, shouldn't have called my wife a bitch (even though she was making fun of your dumb ass). I didn't get caught though, I didn't get caught a lot.
I stole, I cheated, I hustled. I just thought you could use some help and I would want some to help my father/mother/sister/brother/friend. When I saw that one accident and your car started on fire, I giot you our of there and threw sand on the car to put out the fire, sorry I had to leave, I was drinking at the time and I knew the cops wouldn't have liked that.
When I saw that other crash and you were pinned beneath the little car me and buds got you out, hopefully you are ok. I wish I could have stayed, but that huge sack in my pocket could have gotten me in trouble.
My wife and sister and all my family say I am a good person, but I know the truth. I am evil. I do things other people would never have thought of doing in there whole lives. I robbed your wallet before, but felt so bad, I just kept the cash and threw the thing in a mailbox. At least you got your cards back.
To the guy who ran my dog over when I was in jail. You are lucky I never met you. You would be in a wheel chair. You would be more hurt than my dog. I love my dogs more than myself. You are a very lucky person, very lucky. Very fucking lucky. She is a live at least, I just had to give her to the Basset Society so some rich fucking person who has a guilty conscience can love her, give her a place to run and play. Her sister misses her by the way. It's all your fault for running her over.
So basically I wanted people to know, you may think that guy who is being your hero is just a stand up citizen but most likely he's not. He's a great guy, but he has the same problems as me. The guy with the tie, he can care less about you, but that bald headed gangster, he will go out of his way to risk his life for yours. next time you see him walking down the street, don't be scared, just show a little respect, he has been threw a lot of shit.
I do not need a thanks after helping you, I just feel better that I can help you and that you get top go home to your perfect family and say "I love you" to them, because I can't.
I'm not. I am a very bad person. I did drugs for a very long time, shit if you are one of the people I was helping in the past, I was high when you met me.
I also beat the shit out of some fuckers too. I threw this one dude out a window, shouldn't have called my wife a bitch (even though she was making fun of your dumb ass). I didn't get caught though, I didn't get caught a lot.
I stole, I cheated, I hustled. I just thought you could use some help and I would want some to help my father/mother/sister/brother/friend. When I saw that one accident and your car started on fire, I giot you our of there and threw sand on the car to put out the fire, sorry I had to leave, I was drinking at the time and I knew the cops wouldn't have liked that.
When I saw that other crash and you were pinned beneath the little car me and buds got you out, hopefully you are ok. I wish I could have stayed, but that huge sack in my pocket could have gotten me in trouble.
My wife and sister and all my family say I am a good person, but I know the truth. I am evil. I do things other people would never have thought of doing in there whole lives. I robbed your wallet before, but felt so bad, I just kept the cash and threw the thing in a mailbox. At least you got your cards back.
To the guy who ran my dog over when I was in jail. You are lucky I never met you. You would be in a wheel chair. You would be more hurt than my dog. I love my dogs more than myself. You are a very lucky person, very lucky. Very fucking lucky. She is a live at least, I just had to give her to the Basset Society so some rich fucking person who has a guilty conscience can love her, give her a place to run and play. Her sister misses her by the way. It's all your fault for running her over.
So basically I wanted people to know, you may think that guy who is being your hero is just a stand up citizen but most likely he's not. He's a great guy, but he has the same problems as me. The guy with the tie, he can care less about you, but that bald headed gangster, he will go out of his way to risk his life for yours. next time you see him walking down the street, don't be scared, just show a little respect, he has been threw a lot of shit.
I do not need a thanks after helping you, I just feel better that I can help you and that you get top go home to your perfect family and say "I love you" to them, because I can't.
