Just watched my first 5 episodes of Jersey Shore. It's like The Real World for people who thought GED classes were master's programs.
What the hell happened in here? I spend one weekend without getting drunk and this happens? I am depressed.
Don't know the photographers name, but I'm damn sure the woman in your avatar is a British tv presenter called Davina McCall. She's most famous over here for presenting 'Big Brother'. Could be wrong.
Too god damned early. These kids are going to be the death of me. I don't understand why it is such a social taboo to be drunk around your kids. Hell their best chance of survival is sounding like beer number 16 of a 30 rack right now.
What a fucking waste of a weekend. FWB was unavailable all weekend. Young boy got scared and backed out twice. The next two weeks are a crazy blur (working 5am-2pm, driving an hour for a class 6-10pm & driving another hour home - repeat) and I needed to get laid. Fucking fuck.
I think the smashed demon that possessed Jenn in 2010 has found a new host. Either that, or you are typing with oven mitts on.
I was going to post a picture of the trifecta of evil, but apparently the droid 2 takes pictures that are to large for this board. Or I just suffer from a sever case of the dumb.
I've decided to give up on pretending like I'm going to do my internship work today and go for a nice long bike ride and see some fall colours. My internship is supposed to end on Monday, which means I'm supposed to get my license soon after, which means I'm supposed to get a promotion and pay raise. It's not going to end because my (now former) preceptor did nothing but shit the bed on, you know, actually being a preceptor for the first 8 weeks of a 12 week internship. So aside from a wasted 2 months and a shitty work and learning environment, she will have also cost me a lot of money. I wish I could take a shit on her desk.
Skunk shit in hot shed accumulating all night < Fire and Brimstone in the deepest ring of Hell A Chicago abbatoir would smell like freshly baked toll house cookies by comparison. INSTANT stomach-churning. Bob and Steve must die.
Plus, I had three kids under the age of three stay at my house last night. That was peaceful. I don't know how ANYBODY can handle three toddlers. It is sadistic and insane. Two? Do-able. Three? It's like trying to dust a ceiling fan while it's still turned on. It IS awesome when they scrap each other, though. And I ALWAYS bet on my kid. She's great at faking hurt, and she throws a mean Mad Madden forearm.
So what happened with the girlfriend ghetto? Tell TiB all about it so we can provide the appropriate comfort or ridicule. And you sounded like a match made in two totally separated heavens too.