I get kind of pissed (embarassed really) when my company plans an impromptu picnic to celebrate the beautiful day today and, while throwing a frisbee around I dive to make a catch and tear the crotch out of my pants in front of our entire company.

Wow.

 

I hate when you don't hear from your best friends for weeks on end... Its like you pick up call them and then they answer you talk for a bit, but they are too preoccupied with their gf's to talk to their friends... Then when the shit hits the fan with their gf's they come wanting to hang out with you all the time... or worse yet, they go hang out with their b*tch ex-gf's that everyone hates...

I also hate CHEATER, guys or girls who cheat on their signif others... those people need too loose their ... you know what!

 

DUDE STOP THE COCK BLOCKING!!

 

...hes cocked blocked me way more than i cock block him, top of that i have HELPED him get p*ssy, and hes has NEVER helped me... It feels like every girl that comes around must be his or no ones... PLUS i am not saying every day hold my hand, i am saying once a week call your friken best friend and say hey whats up, or hang out instead of calling me in two months asking me for a favor or needing something from me...

 

I'm certainly not disagreeing with you there.

Charlie... LOL!!! phuck up thread, purhaps?

 

So last night, I had an option between 2 different parties. One was somebody's birthday shin-dig that a bunch of people I knew were going to. The other was a just random college party held by a friend of a friend (who I do know, and mentioned that I could come). I went to the birthday party, but when I texted my friend at the other party, he insisted it was full of dudes. I eventually left the birthday dealio when things started to die down, and on my way over to the other party, I run in to my friend escorting not one, not two, but THREE very attractive females back to their place. I got to meet them and talk to them for a bit, but alas, 'twas no longer at a party.

Sooooo, I was kinda pissed at my friend, but he let me crash at his place so it kinda boiled over.

Oh yeah, and I was wearing this outfit again:

 

I hate this bullsh*t on again off again rain. It's ####ing with my riding time.

Stupid rain. LOL!

 

You have patience and restraint. Have you considered sainthood?

I want to kill people that do sh*t like that... okay maybe not literally...... but the thought has crossed my mind.

 

The first wash my S2k got for the year was getting pelted with a heavy downpour. It looked dusty before. Now it looks just plain filthy.