Whether it is upstairs or downstairs, wait to disorient your prey. Gag them somehow if you have neighbors close by. Gouging out their eyes with a soup spoon works best, in my experience. I'm sorry, Wheelz, I thought you were smart enough to figure that one out!
Highlights from the weekend, my first ever visit to Chicago: -Buddies and I got chased down Michigan Ave by a crazy homeless gentleman yelling "HECKEL AND JECKEL" repeatedly. -Saw a lady get hit by a car and knocked off her bike. -Sat next to a mom and her daughter at the Cubs game which the daughter loved telling us what a jerk her ex boyfriend is. When she got up to goto the bathroom, her mother was telling us how pretty her daughter is and asked us if we thought her daughter was pretty. She wasnt, she looked like this: Spoiler I threw up in the bathroom in the Signature Room on top of the Hancock building because I got nauseous from the elevator ride. I drank anyway afterwards.
Well, consider yourself average in this regard. Damn few males your age are smooth when it comes to girls.
Yeah, because all the smart, good looking, socially well adjusted people are just pining for advice on how to deal with women. By definition these are not people who know how to be social organically. Just like the world needs janitors, it needs people to fail at life for others to be successful, bell curve bitch.
So I have been sitting here watching Arrested Development for the past couple of hours, and realized that the kid's school is the school where my mom teaches. Nifty.
So are you admitting your GF is an idiot or did you just break up and want to feel superior? Sadly either one of those scenarios make sense to me.
Gotta love the flame wars betwixt this place's St. Peter and Philalawyer's broke cousin, especially since it started over the postings of a girl that could probably give two shits about what either of y'all say. Continue the dickthumping. <settles back with frosty cold beverage>
Frebis is full of bile. It sucks when you hate yourself, then you hate everything and find little joy in life.
Or, at the very least, learn to hide it with dry humor and the illusion of disinterest. Amirite? Whatever.