Who just found out that instead of going straight home, drinking beer and watching TV, I have to take a bus to my girlfriend's parents house so we can go to costco because she fucking took my car there to go to the doctor... THIS GUY. She's not even gonna let me buy pizza rolls and taquitos. Fuck. EDIT: w-w-w-w-w-ait. She took my car to go to the doctor by her parents house. Then we are going to the costco by her parents house. Me fail English?
I have a shitload of homework this weekend because I never have time during the week. I have to read/summarize/comment on an article about using technology in the classroom and then post it to the class forum. Let's take bets on how many spelling mistakes I make when I do this assignment shit-faced.
I've found the flavor and enjoyability of Guinness in particular to be very susceptible to dirty taps. Any bar in this country is getting the same keg as any other, but I know which bars have good Guinness and which pours stuff that tastes like shit, so it stands to reason that they're either using stale beer or they're lazy assholes who never clean their pipes.
My man, maybe you should nicely ask for your balls back. Something like, "Listen, I will only let you give me 3 BJs this weekend instead of 6 if I don't get my FUCKING TAQUITOS!!" Edited: Adding that this is coming from a guy too afraid to ask his wife to add a weekly poker game to his twice a month guy's night adventures.
I believe not too long ago we had a thread on "letting someone down gently." The general consensus (through pretentious laughter) was that just being totally honest is the best and only proper thing to do. Fuck that's hard. Off to attempt to do that now over a couple lunch time beers.
You know... I fucking eat lean pockets now instead of hot pockets. And to be fair, our freezer is pretty full. I just hope she lets me buy the big things of mixed nuts, those are awesome.
I have been sick all week. People here are pissing me off. I'm going home, having a hot toddy, and hugging my pillows.
I'm not married, I'm just living with a girl who wants to be "healthier than that" I mean, I could just start eating pizza rolls nonstop and become a fat fuck, but then she'd have cause to do the same thing. Being that she's in good shape, I'd kind of like to keep things status quo, ya know?
Once could be an honest mistake. Stated twice in two different posts? These words should be used sparingly outside of the bedroom, if ever. Now hot pockets: one of life's hidden treasures ... and my toilet bowl's worst nightmare.
This is a "pick your battles" moment, gentlemen. The lack of frozen pizza rolls and taquitos, which, I can only imagine, are fucking disgusting will give this young man continued and frequent access to his girlfriend's vagina. Sounds like a pretty fair deal to me.
As I'm temporarily working from home on a freelance contract, I decided to make the most of my situation. My goal for Friday, January 21, 2011 was to not put on pants for an entire work day, which consists of about another three hours. I'm going strong. Here's the problem. I want to sip a beer or two while I'm finishing up for the week, but all that's in my fridge are some dumbass vegetables and shit. I'd need to walk to the liquor store. This journey would require pants. (LeBron voice) What should I do?
You're mistaken. It's the small stuff that she decides that sets the pattern. Pavlov's dog. Case in point, "let's me" in two posts. He is being killed by a thousand cuts, and doesn't even know it. The concept of winning the big ones is a fallacy.
That statement is just sad to me. SIX YEARS?!? I can't start drinking yet... I have two and half hours to wax myself, shower, dress and get to the pub for a date.