Agreed, I didn't think there was anything wrong with her, really. Some people are just picky, I suppose... Sounds like the only thing that will get through his thick skull is death. Kill him and chop up his body, then serve it to his parents as some kind of pork dish. Then by the time they realise their son is missing, they'll be shitting away the evidence. This plans' simplicity is astounding. ;D
Doesn't anyone sell the good **** anymore, man? Nothing but fiends these days. Beatin' kids for their hard earned bills. That's low man. You don't rob the homies.
Well that was the one of the more flattering photos. I suppose I am blinded by the fact that my friend would rather pay ludicrous prices for petrol and drive nearly 2 hours to the middle of nowhere instead of playing D&D with the rest of the group, doubly so when we make plans to play that night the week prior, and then he denies seeing her at all.
Just publicly embarrass him.. but not too extreme, or you probably know what could happen. And if it did you know you would be the first.
She has nice eyes. I'm a sucker for eyes, but it must just be the angle of the photo if you insist that she isn't very attractive. Diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks... And yeh, I'd say you probably are trying to find more fault in her than one would normally try to find due to the fact that your friend is spending what seems like ludicrous amounts of time with her, but this happens when ***** comes between friends. Don't worry, when he gets older he'll remember that bro's come before ho's. You jelly, Teddy?
Change of topic a bit here, my puppy would much rather poop in the middle of my bedroom than wake me up and go outside.
Today I went out on my bike to some nearby shops to find a top hat, monocle, gentlemanly mustache and a pipe. For good reasons, that's why! Anyway, after not finding them, I starting cycling down some of the paths around the area which, although I never went down them, whenever I drove past them a small part of me always wondered, "What the **** is down there?" And so I went to see what the **** was down there. It wasn't interesting. Just some depressing offices and a golf club. Very classy. That's not my rant though. I was just making my way back home, when I had a frustrating setback. In order to get off the road, I had to jump back onto the sidewalk over a somewhat steep curb. Just before doing so, I give a small hop and land nicely on top. Unfortunately, it was such that as I landed, my back wheel slammed right into the corner of the curb, instantly popping the inner tube. I was given about five seconds to let the dread set in before my tire completely deflated with a condemning hissss. So the problem with this wasn't just the fact that I was an hour and a half's walk away from home. It wasn't just the sun beating down so hard it made OJ look like a saint. It wasn't just the inconvenience of changing the same tire for the third time this month. The problem was, in a whimsical decision of "I won't wear socks; my feet will breath easier." the long walk back tore the back of my heels to bloody shreds. I tried using plastic fragments (for some reason left over in my bag) to act as a sort of cushion for the back of my shoe, but they always managed to wriggle out. Then I thought, "Hey! You don't need shoes. Just take them off for a while." but stuck them back on after ten minutes of walking on burning black asphalt. An hour later, back at the shops I went to originally, I stumbled into a gas station to get me some revitalizing ice cream. Magnum. Infinity. Chocolate and Caramel. Beautiful. Anywho, I started unlocking my motionless bike (which I'd been lugging along me with the whole way) when the key jammed in the lock. Just wouldn't come out. I had my untouched ice cream in my left hand, while my right hand tried to pry the key out. After a moment's hesitation, the key decided to pop out and my surprised hand bumped into the one holding the ice cream. Let's just say, I wouldn't be writing about this if the ice cream didn't fall onto the floor. Hands sticky, body sweating, ankles burning, shoulder burning from dragging the bike (whose brakes decided to rub against the wheels juuust enough to make a piercing squeal that brought irritated glares with every revolution) I finally made it to the up hill road that led to my house. So I got inside, started repairing my tire (or tyre for all ye residente Britishe) and sat down with a nice grilled cheese. And watched My Little Pony, mother ****ers!
lol hilarious Lately I've been trying to be less critical and pessimistic. So I tried to think happy thoughts when I had to wait 2 extra hours after work for my boss to go buy spark plugs because I don't have a car and my parents didn't answer their phones. Eg: I thought of playful unicorns frolicking in some open meadows on a bright dewy morning... plus some subversive thoughts like cutting my boss's tires when she wasn't looking for not notifying me beforehand. I'm kidding, but seriously.
I have to have one of the worst bosses... she's been in the charter fishing business for 30 years.. aka she's old, cranky, and super judgmental. Plus she has her PhD in fisheries, she has an RN, and she's super smart.. aka she can be terrible with people (I personally believe she has aspergers). One of her topics of interest is the, quote, "fatness of customers." She yells at customers, laughs at customers, she often tells customers to quote, "stop talking" if they try to get a word in edgewise. One time she double booked two parties and the guy said he'd come all the way from las vegas to fish. Their whole family was there with rain gear, coolers of food, etc. and when they said they'd been booked this date for months she flat out said "No." Her only response was "No." until they eventually walked away. I'm not. ****ing. kidding. On the bright side, I often get great tips because customers feel bad for me haha. Good money? Yes. Good working conditions? Not at all. Worth the money? Screw that. New job next summer? I think yes..
My god...I almost want to give you a tip myself! lol I would say her rain of tyranny is almost over if you wait a few years, ;] There are too many people of that persona with power. Hope everything works out for ya.
My dad has been unemployed for 2 years. He's tried to go back to work a few times but each time his employers thought he was too unhealthy so they sent him home (merchant marine.). He is unhealthy because he is obese. All he does now is drink 8+ beers and a mixer every night. I'm pretty sure he stays in his room 12+ hours a day. He is doing ****ing NOTHING to get himself back in shape to work. All he does now is watch the money burn away. I have a huge ****ing problem with this because now he can't afford to pay for my college, so I might not even go this coming fall semester. He ****ed me over and whenever me or my mom try to call him out on it he throws a ***** fit and locks himself in his room. Also, did I mention he treats my mom like a slave? Has her serve him breakfast, do whatever he tells her, and watch him drink at night. On top of that, she works 2 jobs. Whenever she wants to go play cards with her friends, he throws a ***** fit. Whenever she wants him to come with her to parties, he doesn't go. I don't want her to go alone so I go with her most of the time. So now I don't know what the hell I'm going to do to pay for college. Hopefully I can make a case out of financial aid. It's all my dad's fault, instead of doing something he just ****ed us all over.
Wow um... You could get a job on campus to help pay, but I guess the best thing you can do right now is keep your mother from stressing too much and getting your dad off the couch (you might also consider a counselor for your dad if he is acting like an alcoholic 11 year old)
My mom thinks im an alcoholic and a pothead ever since i got alcohol poisoning a year ago. ****. That.