Author Topic: Please share your struggle of the day (Read 508264 times)

TVC15 · « **Reply #1800 on:** January 09, 2015, 10:49:56 PM »

Show us your blood, G!

nudemacusers · « **Reply #1801 on:** January 09, 2015, 11:05:33 PM »

Quote from: Phoenix Dark on January 09, 2015, 08:03:21 PM

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do you need a hug breh? i'm here for you.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1802 on:** January 10, 2015, 12:27:46 AM »

Okay, Ghidorah, I just lived some strong potential material for Act II of your screenplay about me.

I drove to Denny's, but as I was walking to the front door, the acid reflux turned to nausea and I knew I needed to explode all over the fucking place. I was literally right outside the front door, I could see like, the bored staff right at the front waiting to seat people, they probably saw me. I ran back to my car and let the fuck go. I haven't been drinking any fluids or anything today so I'm pretty dehydrated, so there was at most maybe a pint of vomit, all over my fucking car, smells and tasted like straight up acid. I continued dry heaving for an uncomfortable amount of time. It was less than a minute, but it feels like a lot more when it feels like your throat is trying to turn your entire body inside out. I abandoned my plan to eat at Denny's because I was self conscious about the staff seeing me spaz out and dash back to my car. I kinda didn't even feel like eating because my mouth felt revolting, but the rest of my body is so fucking hungry. No lie or exaggeration, I haven't kept anything significant down aside from liquid since Sunday. So I decided to go get teriyaki. I got it take out because I'm afraid of vomiting in public and causing some nasty scene that will mentally keep me from returning to an establishment I like. I then drove to Fred Meyer to buy more alcohol. I ate my teriyaki while sitting in my car in the Fred Meyer parking lot, where just 2 days ago I had one of the most notable vomit explosions in my recalled vomit history. I still haven't vomited up the teriyaki, but I'm really full and feeling bloated and satisfied. Unfortunately, I can already tell that due to this I'm not going to be able to drink very fast tonight without having to throw up most of what I've eaten. I'm seriously considering pulling the trigger now because I think that teriyaki sauce will be delicious to vomit, and if I throw up now it will taste better than if I had already started adulterating the contents of my stomach with liquor.

Himu · « **Reply #1803 on:** January 10, 2015, 12:43:08 AM »

Keith answer my message on facebook.

fistfulofmetal · « **Reply #1804 on:** January 10, 2015, 12:44:49 AM »

there was a giant bag of tortillas at work when i left yesterday morning and i fully expected it to still be here tonight

it's not here

TVC15 · « **Reply #1805 on:** January 10, 2015, 12:47:22 AM »

Quote from: Queen of Ice on January 10, 2015, 12:43:08 AM

Keith answer my message on facebook.

I haven't been on Facebook in days. People keep harassing me because they're concerned about some things and I really don't want to deal with it by logging on and having people message me. PM me here.

Himu · « **Reply #1806 on:** January 10, 2015, 01:02:19 AM »

Quote from: TVC 15 on January 10, 2015, 12:47:22 AM

Quote from: Queen of Ice on January 10, 2015, 12:43:08 AM
Keith answer my message on facebook.

I haven't been on Facebook in days. People keep harassing me because they're concerned about some things and I really don't want to deal with it by logging on and having people message me. PM me here.

ok well what is this about wanting my head chopped off

TVC15 · « **Reply #1807 on:** January 10, 2015, 01:03:21 AM »

I probably said it in a moment of passion.

Himu · « **Reply #1808 on:** January 10, 2015, 01:07:00 AM »

mi amor~

if you could choose, what would you prefer in the afterlife?

a. heaven/hell

b. total darkness

c. nothing

d. reincarnation/rebirth

e. you're actually the vessel hooked up to a machine and this is the matrix and when you get to die (or in other words wake up) you get to choose between living in a super advanced society or choose perma death?

TVC15 · « **Reply #1809 on:** January 10, 2015, 01:10:16 AM »

C, easy. Oblivion. I don't want to deal with any of the bullshit that comes with any sort of existence.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1810 on:** January 10, 2015, 06:52:44 AM »

Note: Contrary to what I said earlier, I will be drinking again Saturday night/Sunday morning.

Mupepe · « **Reply #1811 on:** January 10, 2015, 11:27:48 AM »

When the fuck are you going to give me your number so we can chat?

TVC15 · « **Reply #1812 on:** January 10, 2015, 11:47:54 AM »

I can't give you an answer right now, sweetie. There are a number of people I want/need to talk to but I'm too volatile and not quite ready yet.

Last night of hardcore drinking got postponed to tonight because last night I fell asleep after eaten and still felt too full after waking up. Natural, non-alcohol-induced sleep felt really good, too. Pretty bad dreams though. . .

In the dream, two cops came over because I guess I had done something suspicious or behaving erratically. I ended up having to shoot them both. I was distraught afterward because I knew I'd definitely get in trouble. People would come to check on the cops and the situation would just get ugly. I knew I had to run, but I couldn't use my car or the cop's car to escape because there'd be an APB or whatever. I'd last about 15 minutes before getting busted. Instead, I went into the kitchen, grabbed a chiappa rhino, and walked about 2 blocks down to the grocery store. I found a car in the parking lot with an unlocked door and I got in the back seat. When an old lady came and packed up the car, I held her hostage with the gun and made her drive me away. We drove for a while, we ended up on a remote-ish road that's about a 40 minute drive from my place. I realized I needed to switch cars because someone would know that old lady was supposed to be home by then and they likely also knew where specifically she had gone shopping. The police would realize her last known location was mere blocks from where I had murdered the 2 cops and it wouldn't take much work for them to figure out what license plate numbers they should be looking for to find me. So I pulled off on some access road that may or may not exist in reality and I shot her in the head, dragged her to a drainage ditch on the side of the road and draggd some branches on top of her to conceal the body. It wasn't a great hiding job or anything, but due to the season and weather it's unlikely the body would be discovered until the changing of the seasons. I drove in the car another half hour or so before ditching the car, putting considerable distance between the car and the body was a goal to keep my trail disjointed. I walked back to the road and flagged down another car and shot the driver, but I put the corpse in the trunk this time. Switching cars and doing my best to hide this murder by keeping all evidence on me meant I was sufficiently satisfied with my job of cooling down the trail on me. I drove further but the roads started getting really snowy and icy and foggy. Eventually I had to pull over because it was getting difficult to control the vehicle. This is when I kind of realized that there probably wasn't going to be a good ending to all of this. I got out of the car and walked to the side of the road, and there was an enormous, cliff-like drop there. I considered jumping off but I instead just put my gun in my mouth and shot myself.

Throughout this dream, it was really intense and I kept trying to wake myself up. I kept thinking and saying "this has to be a fucking dream. This can't be real." I'd jolt and wake up for a second but I'd fall immediately back asleep. Or maybe I was dreaming the jolts and waking up. Everything was very real.

king of the internet · « **Reply #1813 on:** January 10, 2015, 12:34:20 PM »

Quote from: TVC 15 on January 10, 2015, 11:47:54 AM

I can't give you an answer right now, sweetie. There are a number of people I want/need to talk to but I'm too volatile and not quite ready yet.

Last night of hardcore drinking got postponed to tonight because last night I fell asleep after eaten and still felt too full after waking up. Natural, non-alcohol-induced sleep felt really good, too. Pretty bad dreams though. . .

In the dream, two cops came over because I guess I had done something suspicious or behaving erratically. I ended up having to shoot them both. I was distraught afterward because I knew I'd definitely get in trouble. People would come to check on the cops and the situation would just get ugly. I knew I had to run, but I couldn't use my car or the cop's car to escape because there'd be an APB or whatever. I'd last about 15 minutes before getting busted. Instead, I went into the kitchen, grabbed a chiappa rhino, and walked about 2 blocks down to the grocery store. I found a car in the parking lot with an unlocked door and I got in the back seat. When an old lady came and packed up the car, I held her hostage with the gun and made her drive me away. We drove for a while, we ended up on a remote-ish road that's about a 40 minute drive from my place. I realized I needed to switch cars because someone would know that old lady was supposed to be home by then and they likely also knew where specifically she had gone shopping. The police would realize her last known location was mere blocks from where I had murdered the 2 cops and it wouldn't take much work for them to figure out what license plate numbers they should be looking for to find me. So I pulled off on some access road that may or may not exist in reality and I shot her in the head, dragged her to a drainage ditch on the side of the road and draggd some branches on top of her to conceal the body. It wasn't a great hiding job or anything, but due to the season and weather it's unlikely the body would be discovered until the changing of the seasons. I drove in the car another half hour or so before ditching the car, putting considerable distance between the car and the body was a goal to keep my trail disjointed. I walked back to the road and flagged down another car and shot the driver, but I put the corpse in the trunk this time. Switching cars and doing my best to hide this murder by keeping all evidence on me meant I was sufficiently satisfied with my job of cooling down the trail on me. I drove further but the roads started getting really snowy and icy and foggy. Eventually I had to pull over because it was getting difficult to control the vehicle. This is when I kind of realized that there probably wasn't going to be a good ending to all of this. I got out of the car and walked to the side of the road, and there was an enormous, cliff-like drop there. I considered jumping off but I instead just put my gun in my mouth and shot myself.

Throughout this dream, it was really intense and I kept trying to wake myself up. I kept thinking and saying "this has to be a fucking dream. This can't be real." I'd jolt and wake up for a second but I'd fall immediately back asleep. Or maybe I was dreaming the jolts and waking up. Everything was very real.

Maybe it was real and this is hell.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1814 on:** January 10, 2015, 01:11:14 PM »

I'm not hungry but I feel the strong desire to eat since one of my reasons to cease drinking is to allow myself to consume more breakfast food. So where should I go for breakfast?

Joe Molotov · « **Reply #1815 on:** January 10, 2015, 01:15:54 PM »

Quote from: TVC 15 on January 10, 2015, 01:11:14 PM

I'm not hungry but I feel the strong desire to eat since one of my reasons to cease drinking is to allow myself to consume more breakfast food. So where should I go for breakfast?

http://wordpress.tokyotimes.org/mayo-mayhem/

Mupepe · « **Reply #1816 on:** January 10, 2015, 02:10:30 PM »

Last night I needed dessert so I warmed up and ate donuts left over from wednesday. I also downed a quart of milk with them. Never again. I feel awful

TVC15 · « **Reply #1817 on:** January 10, 2015, 02:45:16 PM »

Himu, I just want to say that during the fantasy I had while eating and using the restroom at Denny's about 20 minutes ago, you were an out of control animal slut.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1818 on:** January 11, 2015, 04:38:13 AM »

Back from acquiring liquor, going to Denny's, and now GOAT

chronovore · « **Reply #1819 on:** January 11, 2015, 04:44:45 AM »

Quote from: Mupepe on January 10, 2015, 02:10:30 PM

Last night I needed dessert so I warmed up and ate donuts left over from wednesday. I also downed a quart of milk with them. Never again. I feel awful

WWCD?

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TVC15 · « **Reply #1820 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:22:07 AM »

recursivelyenumerable · « **Reply #1821 on:** January 11, 2015, 06:14:40 AM »

today the area around the (6 year old) scar on my chin is super swollen for an unknown reason. also i overcame the temptation to spend another hour at the bar and went and bought groceries instead.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1822 on:** January 11, 2015, 06:22:52 AM »

Quote from: recursivelyenumerable on January 11, 2015, 06:14:40 AM

today the area around the (6 year old) scar on my chin is super swollen for an unknown reason. also i overcame the temptation to spend another hour at the bar and went and bought groceries instead.

I was thinking earlier tonight that you, specifically, would be a good writing partner. You'd help reel in some of my extremes. I might be difficult to work with, though. I have no idea. I've never tried writing with a partner.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1823 on:** January 11, 2015, 07:04:29 AM »

You're afraid to respond, aren't you? You don't want jack shit to do with me. You think I'm a lunatic. You're fucking typical.

You're fucking pathetic. I have a lot of worthwhile things to say. I gave you an opportunity, and you gave us your cowardice. Fuck you.

Himu · « **Reply #1824 on:** January 11, 2015, 08:59:08 AM »

Quote from: TVC 15 on January 10, 2015, 02:45:16 PM

Himu, I just want to say that during the fantasy I had while eating and using the restroom at Denny's about 20 minutes ago, you were an out of control animal slut.

I an about dat slut life

Joe Molotov · « **Reply #1825 on:** January 11, 2015, 10:46:53 AM »

TVC, if you're looking for a good way to kill yourself, have you considered being raped to death by a camel?

http://www.cnn.com/2015/01/11/us/camel-attack-deaths/index.html

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1826 on:** January 11, 2015, 12:02:19 PM »

Hey look at me life sperging aside....I have a serious struggle.

I stubbed my toe walking down the stairs. Hurts like the dickens and my over 30 basketball league starts in 3 hours. I have never missed a game and putting myself on the injured list almost assures us taking an L. In addition if I miss the game my wife is suggesting I go to the store with her.

Icepacks don't fail me now.

Madrun Badrun · « **Reply #1827 on:** January 11, 2015, 12:08:08 PM »

Where does the dickens fall on the visual analogue pain scale?

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1828 on:** January 11, 2015, 12:10:18 PM »

For the record I am not implying I have wonderful basketball skills. I am the only black guy in our league and the sheer presence of a black dude in our suburban league is usually a +5 ,advantage for us.

In addition they always lag off me when they D me up. This is either because I can actually still play a little or more likely because these yuppies think they'll absorb my sweat and immediately start listening to rap, encouraging white women to grow their asses out, and have irresistible urges for ribs and cornbread.

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1829 on:** January 11, 2015, 12:11:50 PM »

Quote from: TheInfelicitousDandy on January 11, 2015, 12:08:08 PM

Where does the dickens fall on the visual analogue pain scale?

Somewhere between an owwie and "fuck man that hurts"... Pretty close to wall punching level.

recursivelyenumerable · « **Reply #1830 on:** January 11, 2015, 02:39:30 PM »

Quote from: TVC 15 on January 11, 2015, 07:04:29 AM

You're afraid to respond, aren't you? You don't want jack shit to do with me. You think I'm a lunatic. You're fucking typical.

You're fucking pathetic. I have a lot of worthwhile things to say. I gave you an opportunity, and you gave us your cowardice. Fuck you.

i had fallen asleep.
i'm not sure i could collaborate on writing unless the writing is just a component of a work in some medium i associate with collaboration, like a movie or game or musical theater or whatever. for prose literature i would probably get too possessive of the story.

Kara · « **Reply #1831 on:** January 11, 2015, 04:36:45 PM »

Because people are nothing if not predictable in their banality, this month I've been having the same conversation over and over because resolutions receive attention for the first month to quarter of a year. (In honor of Janus, I will be accompanying what I said with parentheticals containing my actual thoughts.)

The Yenta¹
Yenta: Karakand you look great. How much weight have you lost?
[Pregnant pause.]
Me: A lot.
Yenta: So, how did you do it?
Me: Nothing special, just calorie counting. (Clinical depression and intense self-loathing with a side of crippling ennui.)
Yenta: [Dejectedly] Oh.

The Madame de Rênal²
Mme. de Rênal: [Diffidently] Karakand . . .
Karakand: Yes.
Mme. de Rênal: [Diffidently] Have you . . . been losing weight?
Karakand: [Impassively] Yes. (Dépêchez vous Mme. de Rênal.)
[Mme. de Rênal lights up]
Mme. de Rênal: I knew it! You look fantastic!
Karakand: [Impassively] Thanks.
Mme. de Rênal: So . . . how did you do it?
Karakand: Nothing special, just calorie counting. (Clinical depression and intense self-loathing with a side of crippling ennui.)
Mme. de Rênal: [Frowning] Oh.
Karakand: [Comradely] I know it's easy to do when you only have to think about yourself.
Mme. de Rênal: Yes! Every night it seems my family wants pizza or tacos.
Karakand: [Resigned] That's life. (Way to drop a dime on your loved ones, chief. A slice of pizza or a taco aren't going to max out your calories.)

The Fuggin' Jagoff
TFJ: Look at this guy! How much have you lost, Karakand?
[Pregnant pause.]
Me: A lot.
[TFJ slaps Karakand on the back.]
TFJ: "A lot."! Look at how modest this guy is.
[Karakand politely smiles.] (Fuggin' jagoff.)
TFJ: [Grandstanding] You trying to impress a girl? What's her name?
Karakand: [Inimically] The opposite.
[TFJ is deflated and bemused.]

Remember citoyens, your body is not your own.

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Madrun Badrun · « **Reply #1832 on:** January 11, 2015, 04:53:22 PM »

Is trying to impress a boy the opposite of trying to impress a girl? Or are you trying to repel a girl with a skeletor look? Or is she the product of dope head new agers and actually named 'the opposite'? I'm guessing TFJ is as confused as me. Bemused can easily be confused with hidden confusion.

recursivelyenumerable · « **Reply #1833 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:33:26 PM »

i thought about this kind of stuff a lot as a kid, and reincarnation always seemed to make more sense to me than heaven/hell.
afaiui in the heaven/hell system the world is basically just a staging environment to test some creations that are all going to be migrated into god's world (heaven) if they're any good, and eventually god is going to blow up the world and there will only be heaven (and hell which at least in some theologies sounds like it's just a trashbin for stuff god doesn't want). so if you think about it the world isn't all that important in the scheme of things - heaven is in effect the "real" world and in fact this seems pretty similar to the "computer simulation" premise. but if that's so, a single human life strikes me as a really arbitrary haphazard way of testing souls.

Joe Molotov · « **Reply #1834 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:39:58 PM »

Quote from: TheInfelicitousDandy on January 11, 2015, 04:53:22 PM

Is trying to impress a boy the opposite of trying to impress a girl? Or are you trying to repel a girl with a skeletor look? Or is she the product of dope head new agers and actually named 'the opposite'? I'm guessing TFJ is as confused as me. Bemused can easily be confused with hidden confusion.

He's trying to be impressed by a girl.

recursivelyenumerable · « **Reply #1835 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:43:02 PM »

Quote from: Joe Molotov on January 11, 2015, 05:39:58 PM

Quote from: TheInfelicitousDandy on January 11, 2015, 04:53:22 PM
Is trying to impress a boy the opposite of trying to impress a girl? Or are you trying to repel a girl with a skeletor look? Or is she the product of dope head new agers and actually named 'the opposite'? I'm guessing TFJ is as confused as me. Bemused can easily be confused with hidden confusion.

He's trying to be impressed by a girl.

that would be the dual rather than the opposite. #dualities

Madrun Badrun · « **Reply #1836 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:46:16 PM »

Duality algorithms were some of the coolest shit I learnt in CS. Computational geometry

Human Snorenado · « **Reply #1837 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:49:27 PM »

My roommate is very cold all the time, so she turns the heat up to what are (to me) stupid levels of like 68 or 70- I like a bit of a chill and would leave it on the low 60's if it were up to me, especially during the day when it's like 50 outside. My room retains heat really well, hers is way bigger and surrounded by windows/outside on 3 sides, so it doesn't, compounding my misery. My room has gotten so hot, stuffy and dry that it's drying my nose out and I had to buy a humidifier and close my heating vent today.

Madrun Badrun · « **Reply #1838 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:51:46 PM »

Buy her a big blanket, and it if she doesn't get the hint, use it to dispose of the body.

People who don't like a brisk chill are evil.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1839 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:56:37 PM »

I had this dream that I was in my old, beloved apartment in Arlington, a short walk from Where I worked in Georgetown at Olson's Books and Records (rip). It was the happiest time of my life. I remember it being a month after 9/11, and the tension on the street was palpable. I was listening to Lou Reed. Anyway, in the dream a sniper shot me shortly after leaving my apartment. The dream was Republican/AiA pornography.

TVC15 · « **Reply #1840 on:** January 11, 2015, 05:58:37 PM »

Recursively, whatever the form, I think any collaboration between the two of us will result in good art. I have a microkorg if you want to do musical theater.

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1841 on:** January 11, 2015, 07:10:07 PM »

Good news: Made it to the game. We won.

Bad News: Yelled at my sister in law's boyfriend for basing her out in front of me.

Worse News: Of course she is mad at me

chronovore · « **Reply #1842 on:** January 11, 2015, 10:48:45 PM »

Quote from: Human Snorenado on January 11, 2015, 05:49:27 PM

My roommate is very cold all the time, so she turns the heat up to what are (to me) stupid levels of like 68 or 70- I like a bit of a chill and would leave it on the low 60's if it were up to me, especially during the day when it's like 50 outside. My room retains heat really well, hers is way bigger and surrounded by windows/outside on 3 sides, so it doesn't, compounding my misery. My room has gotten so hot, stuffy and dry that it's drying my nose out and I had to buy a humidifier and close my heating vent today.

Tell her she has to deal with 60-65º or pay a disproportionate amount of the power bill for heating.

I'm a Puppy! · « **Reply #1843 on:** January 12, 2015, 12:03:43 AM »

Starting a crazy new set of work

This week: San Jose
Next week: Dallas
After that: L.A.
After that : Dallas
After that: Home
After that: Dallas

This means that it'll be a month before I'm home for more than 3 or 4 days

TVC15 · « **Reply #1844 on:** January 12, 2015, 03:51:43 AM »

I've got some great ideas flowing for the musical recursively and myself are writing. It's actually interfering with my Phase 2 planning.

Madrun Badrun · « **Reply #1845 on:** January 12, 2015, 09:20:43 AM »

I was sick this weekend and now I'm super behind for a paper deadline on the 15th. fuck.

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1846 on:** January 12, 2015, 09:42:54 AM »

ohhhhhhh......update

My wife's sister's boyfriend apparently posted "I'm gonna do him up old school. That motherfucker got one coming on me..brick to the head type shit" on facebook and forgot my wife was a facebook friend of his.

Nothing like them sissy ass city niccas who don't say shit to your face but try to put you on blast on facebook....then delete it. Now even my wife is heated so here's to about 3 months of family struggle.

LOL

Edit: LOL

Wife posted this on my sister's timeline "Your man ain't doin shit. Keep your dogs at your house bitch"

TVC15 · « **Reply #1847 on:** January 12, 2015, 09:49:36 AM »

Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 09:42:54 AM

ohhhhhhh......update

My wife's sister's boyfriend apparently posted "I'm gonna do him up old school. That motherfucker got one coming on me..brick to the head type shit" on facebook and forgot my wife was a facebook friend of his.

Nothing like them sissy ass city niccas who don't say shit to your face but try to put you on blast on facebook....then delete it. Now even my wife is heated so here's to about 3 months of family struggle.

LOL

Edit: LOL

Wife posted this on my sister's timeline "Your man ain't doin shit. Keep your dogs at your house bitch"

You bitch about me wallowing in my problems and then you go and post stuff like this? Really? I hope the super important world of your "wife's sister's boyfriend" improves, because it's totally awesome. Maybe it will be a telenovela some day.

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1848 on:** January 12, 2015, 09:50:53 AM »

Quote from: TVC 15 on January 12, 2015, 09:49:36 AM

Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 09:42:54 AM
ohhhhhhh......update

My wife's sister's boyfriend apparently posted "I'm gonna do him up old school. That motherfucker got one coming on me..brick to the head type shit" on facebook and forgot my wife was a facebook friend of his.

Nothing like them sissy ass city niccas who don't say shit to your face but try to put you on blast on facebook....then delete it. Now even my wife is heated so here's to about 3 months of family struggle.

LOL

Edit: LOL

Wife posted this on my sister's timeline "Your man ain't doin shit. Keep your dogs at your house bitch"

You bitch about me wallowing in my problems and then you go and post stuff like this? Really? I hope the super important world of your "wife's sister's boyfriend" improves, because it's totally awesome. Maybe it will be a telenovela some day.

Black people family problems breh. And who's wallowing? My wife gonna go ham on that shit while I eat some reese's pieces and giggle.

parallax · « **Reply #1849 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:10:28 AM »

Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 09:42:54 AM

ohhhhhhh......update

My wife's sister's boyfriend apparently posted "I'm gonna do him up old school. That motherfucker got one coming on me..brick to the head type shit" on facebook and forgot my wife was a facebook friend of his.

Nothing like them sissy ass city niccas who don't say shit to your face but try to put you on blast on facebook....then delete it. Now even my wife is heated so here's to about 3 months of family struggle.

LOL

Edit: LOL

Wife posted this on my sister's timeline "Your man ain't doin shit. Keep your dogs at your house bitch"

"do him up old school?" how old is this dude?

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1850 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:13:33 AM »

Quote from: parallax on January 12, 2015, 10:10:28 AM

Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 09:42:54 AM
ohhhhhhh......update

My wife's sister's boyfriend apparently posted "I'm gonna do him up old school. That motherfucker got one coming on me..brick to the head type shit" on facebook and forgot my wife was a facebook friend of his.

Nothing like them sissy ass city niccas who don't say shit to your face but try to put you on blast on facebook....then delete it. Now even my wife is heated so here's to about 3 months of family struggle.

LOL

Edit: LOL

Wife posted this on my sister's timeline "Your man ain't doin shit. Keep your dogs at your house bitch"

"do him up old school?" how old is this dude?

She's 38 he's 27.

parallax · « **Reply #1851 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:24:51 AM »

Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 10:13:33 AM

Quote from: parallax on January 12, 2015, 10:10:28 AM
Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 09:42:54 AM
ohhhhhhh......update

My wife's sister's boyfriend apparently posted "I'm gonna do him up old school. That motherfucker got one coming on me..brick to the head type shit" on facebook and forgot my wife was a facebook friend of his.

Nothing like them sissy ass city niccas who don't say shit to your face but try to put you on blast on facebook....then delete it. Now even my wife is heated so here's to about 3 months of family struggle.

LOL

Edit: LOL

Wife posted this on my sister's timeline "Your man ain't doin shit. Keep your dogs at your house bitch"

"do him up old school?" how old is this dude?

She's 38 he's 27.

the stupid facebook posturing said it all. he seems so soft you could spread him on toast

Phoenix Dark · « **Reply #1852 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:30:13 AM »

Why is he mad at you AiA

Brehvolution · « **Reply #1853 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:34:42 AM »

When keeping it real goes wrong.

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1854 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:40:35 AM »

Quote from: Phoenix Dark on January 12, 2015, 10:30:13 AM

Why is he mad at you AiA

They were over and the boys were playing some cards while the women made fun of us, so a normal sunday night. Wife's sister comes over and says "babe we gotta leave soon I gotta work early tomorrow" to which he replied "bitch never approach me when I'm playing cards with men, ever, got it?" thinking we'd all be like "what a cool guy."

Rather then that my uncle said "don't be disparaging females dude" and he said "it's my life" to which I simply stated "men don't treat women like that, if you do it again I'll be escorting you out of my house."

Then he made the mistake of saying "take to me like a man, because that's what I am" and I flipped the fuck out.

Whole time he didn't say shit. Then he picked up his money and left. I thought well that's that and then sister in law comes back in and tells me "don't be putting your ass in my business...you always messing with my life" and walked out....

Brehvolution · « **Reply #1855 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:46:36 AM »

So he disrespects 3 family members of yours and it's you that has it coming?

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1856 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:48:29 AM »

Quote from: Brehvolution on January 12, 2015, 10:46:36 AM

So he disrespects 3 family members of yours and it's you that has it coming?

He's from the East Side of Cleveland so he clearly thinks he's some kinda thug. Because you know, none of us ever came up like that.

Am_I_Anonymous · « **Reply #1857 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:54:29 AM »

Bigger struggle, live in Ohio brehs

I'm a Puppy! · « **Reply #1858 on:** January 12, 2015, 10:56:52 AM »

Quote from: Am_I_Anonymous on January 12, 2015, 10:40:35 AM

Quote from: Phoenix Dark on January 12, 2015, 10:30:13 AM
Why is he mad at you AiA

They were over and the boys were playing some cards while the women made fun of us, so a normal sunday night. Wife's sister comes over and says "babe we gotta leave soon I gotta work early tomorrow" to which he replied "bitch never approach me when I'm playing cards with men, ever, got it?" thinking we'd all be like "what a cool guy."

Rather then that my uncle said "don't be disparaging females dude" and he said "it's my life" to which I simply stated "men don't treat women like that, if you do it again I'll be escorting you out of my house."

Then he made the mistake of saying "take to me like a man, because that's what I am" and I flipped the fuck out.

Whole time he didn't say shit. Then he picked up his money and left. I thought well that's that and then sister in law comes back in and tells me "don't be putting your ass in my business...you always messing with my life" and walked out....

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Madrun Badrun · « **Reply #1859 on:** January 12, 2015, 07:00:37 PM »

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