Women are the most infuriating creatures on this planet, sometimes it makes me wish I was gay or had the mental fortitude to be celibate. Time to bust out the whiskey and be emotionally abusive!
This handsome and healthy devil likes pizza rolls, they must be good for you. Just listen to that healthy breathing.
Come the fuck on guys, he wants to lose some weight/stay in shape but doesn't have the discipline to do it on his own so he's giving his girlfriend control over his diet, not a bad plan if you think about it. So let's stop being mean with all this talk about not needing permission, ok? Let's focus on the fact that she TOOK HIS CAR WHILE HE WAS AT WORK SO HE WOULD HAVE TO TAKE THE BUS TO HER PARENT'S HOWS WITHOUT TELLING HIM. Man, Sherwood's a bitch.
I came up with an easy solution. I'll just call it quits for the day right now and work for an hour or two tomorrow to make up for it. This means I have officially worked a whole day without putting on pants, and now can put them on to go get some delicious, delicious wine coolers. ...what?
I'm off in an hour and a half. I will head home make a drink, change and head to a friends house for food, drinks and fun. Sunday I will be firmly planted on my couch with a drink in a heavy bottomed glass just in case. Just in case what shegirl? Just in case I need to throw it butt first into my TV. Hope not. And guys, it's pretty unsual that stuff takes 2&1/2 hours so don't fret. I'm with PIMPTRESS but more along the lines of an hour, if I'm straightening my hair.
After millions of people have laughed at her, this stupid bitch is actually suing the mall. I hope they counter-sue for an equally retarded reason and win. **Sorry Shegirl. Apparently she posted this in the YouTube thread. I am the Carlos Mencia of posting youtube videos.
What with doing rotations in a small town with no other students around, it's up to Johnnie Walker to keep me company tonight.
I'm contemplating whether or not I should drink tonight. I ended up getting a bit drunk unintentionally last night and woke up late for work this morning, and we are going out for a friends birthday tomorrow night. The Girlfriend is working late tonight, so I'll be sitting around by myself. My plan was to not drink tonight, but with that bottle of Glenlivet sitting right there on my desk, staring me in the face...I'm pretty sure I know what is going to happen.
Not at all... I laughed my ass off at the visual image of him getting pounded by his wife wearing a strap-on. Not at that, per se, but at the fact that I'd subconsciously switched out the dildo for a hairbrush, in true TiB fashion. Now that's funny right there. Unless you're Sherwood, that is.
It seems to cold up here to go out tonight. My school sent out a cold weather warning. Oh well, could be Canada. The trip across the street to re-stock on booze wasn't too bad, though. Probably going to end up as a quite night in slowly getting drunk.
Shoveling off the roof isn't fun... But it's not so bad when you bring up a couple beers and a joint. Rock climbing has made me absolutely fearless of ladders. Even stepping off an icy roof 20' up in the air onto an icy ladder.
Maybe they have something worked out. Five taquitos equals one shitpussy spelunking expedition. Three pizza rolls equals a Muddy Lollipop. And so on and so forth until someone throws up.