Does her lack of copper stripping skills still grate on you, though?
Is it burnin'? Well, f-ck, now you're learnin'.
Roofers stole my copper stash out back.
F*cking white trash motherf*ckers.
Kinda relieved, I felt burdened to strip it all and turn it in since we been working so much.
I've stopped collecting the stuff since I started working for this company, and more recently making outrageous amounts of overtime.
Her cooking has only improved.
She makes these fantastic soft pretzels, even ones with sweet cream cheese in 'em.
I'm sick of one-nighters for the following reasons:
1. Most times, it takes a lot of effort to pull girls. I don't think girls really appreciate the amount of effort it takes.
2. It only lasts for one night - and you're usually too drunk to cuddle up anyway.
3. Quality women generally don't partake in one night stands. Girls that are up for one-nighters are almost always less attractive than their more conservative counterparts, have less self-worth and often have a screw loose.
4. Resting your head on a boob connected to a woman you don't really give a shit about isn't very satisfying.
Is it burnin'? Well, f-ck, now you're learnin'.
I ran out of Molsons.
I was robbed of one hour today...
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen
On my one day off, too!
The arrogant dbag salesboy at the AT&T store who feels like he is above coming out from behind the counter to help me with questions about phones and re-doing my contract. I left the store and refuse to resign a 2 year contract with such a snob. I've been a customer for 10 years and thats how they treat their customers. I know about 5 people who'd love to have his job and look a lot less miserable doing it.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
I wish someone would tell me, who I got my last thanks from and why(AGAIN) , thanks .
edit: found it!! But again, we want this feature back, do something with this LA. I think it's the only thing, that bothers me this much about the new LF, that I (and others) won't stop complaining about this untill you fix it
Last edited by Petit Papillon; 15-03-10 at 08:05 AM.
I wazzzz here
My roommate and I agreed to clean the apartment and while I was scrubbing the toilet and mopping all his long, thick, black, curly hair from the floor and practically cleaning up after him, he was watching a god damn movie somewhere. He said he'd clean the kitchen 3 days ago, and his trash is all over the place. and the kitchen is dirty as hell. It's no wonder this guy hasn't had a gf since high school, back when his mommy wiped his ass and cleaned all his messes.
I can't wait till I have my own place. Only one more year after this of living with people who don't know what hygiene means.
Maybe our new roommate, when he moves in at the end of May, will give my current roommate some shit for all this.
Last edited by doppelgaenger; 15-03-10 at 07:58 AM.
I started work for a month.Howver i find i didn't like work at all because the same things we do everyday.
Not a single thing... if you can believe it.
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen
The faint smell of propane gas in the lounge area of the hotel I am staying in.
And how uptight and reserved people are here in Washington DC.
Relax... I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts - can you show me where it hurts?