You have to type in letters/numbers, you know… to verify shit? Like when you’re posting a comment or changing a password or something. I really hate that. I especially hate when they’re hard to read.
So I have to do the shit over and over, cause some moron thought it was fun to make me read distorted and twisted letters. Like you’re staring at some shit and you think it’s an 8, but it’s actually a B.
Oh, and they had the genius idea of adding extra shit to make it seem cool. I saw one with random specks all around the letters, and some graffiti. Making it even harder to read.
I try not to give people compliments often anymore, especially females. I know how hard some guys try to force their way onto a chick, and it’s pathetic to me. I don’t want to be confused as one of those dudes, so I keep my mouth closed.
But on the flipside this has made females accuse me of being shy and timid, which I’m not.
Women like sex as much as men do. They’re just scared of labels from males. Slut this, whore that… so on and so on.
Be what you wanna be though. It’s all a game. Dudes act like they don’t like sluts, but they cheat on their wives with sluts. Hell, they marry sluts. There’s nothing really wrong with being a slut… most men are sluts by nature.
We don’t want women being bigger sluts than us, I guess. I think women should do a better job of fighting for their equal opportunity rights in this case. Fight for your right to be a whore without ridicule or prejudice.
I see some guy walk up to my mailbox, all cool and shit. He opens it up, takes something out, and walks away like it’s all good.
By the time I go out there, he’s long gone. So at this point I’m suspecting he lives next door… cause that’s the only explanation for how he vanished so quickly.
Like really. Little short Haitian man wearing a baseball cap, trying to steal my shit? Are you buggin’ out, pops? Sak pase? No I can’t let it ride… especially since I’ve been seeing my mailbox left open with nothing in it recently.
So there’s this guy, and he was playing a round of Counter-Strike with some friends - and during the game, he found himself getting into a knife fight. He did what anyone would do, fight till someone wins, but when he lost, he snapped and decided to go out on a manhunt to find and kill the real person who knifed him in Counter-Strike…
Is that these days, folks quick to pull out that camera phone to take pics or videos instead of actually helping somebody.
Like really, if somebody was there getting robbed in an alley or something, seems like people would record it and put it on Youtube rather than helping them out. But if it were them in that situation, they’d be cryin’ and bitchin’ about nobody helping them.
Things I've seen in porn that should never happen.
If a female is having a threesome with two guys, she should never insert both penises in her mouth at the same time so that they touch/rub against each other. That ain’t right.
Multiple creampies. A guy busts inside of her, then another guy bangs her semen filled twat in order to do the same. That ain’t right.
Double vaginal. Both penises inserted into one vagina simultaneously, rubbing against each other. That ain’t right.
Kissing a female after her mouth had another man’s penis in it. That ain’t right.
Females, please. You know by now your vagina is powerful and makes us do some insane things. Please don’t let us do such things. The guys might not think anything of it at first, but years later, the memories might be traumatizing.
I’ve been in house fires, I’ve seen dead bodies (in and out of coffins), I’ve almost died more times than I can really count, lost a lot of friendships from people I valued the most… so much other shit I don’t even wanna talk about. I figure all this is what led me to be depressed so much when I was 16-19. But I told my mother, fuck Zoloft. I took it one time and it felt weird, and that was it. No more after that.
I did see a couple of shrinks back then. They really didn’t do much for me except ask me, “what do you think I can do for you?” How is a person supposed to really answer that? If you’re trying to talk to somebody so they can perhaps help you gain some kind of understanding, how do you ask them a question that they obviously can’t answer? So yeah, after all that… I was like, fuck shrinks too.
I really don’t know how I got through all that. Truthfully, there were days/nights I wondered if my family would even care if I wasn’t around. I suppose this is all why I act so closed and distant sometimes. It’s just my natural defense mechanism, along with sarcasm.
My thing always was, I’m just way too prideful to take myself out. That would have never happened, no matter what thoughts I might have had. There’s always a brighter tomorrow. I’ve always known this and I will continue to believe that. You can’t have bright days without dark nights, and you shouldn’t think that your dark nights will last forever. They don’t. It’s just how things work to help make you stronger as a person.
Just take what life gives you, learn from it, and move on. You can’t control everything. That shouldn’t steer you away from whatever happiness might lie ahead. Believe me.
People mistake being articulate with being smart. Anyone can consistently sound out words if they really tried… it isn’t that hard. A lot of uptight ‘college edumacated’ types are fucking dumb, especially when it doesn’t involve being in a job interview. You can let them fool you if you want to. We see the real them on Twitter or when they’re gone off that Patron.
The standards for true intelligence got low, and I guess it’s a testament to us just not caring anymore.
First of all why do you fucks play such close attention to your followers? And then you wanna say, “oh, I must have lost them because I made this post about blah blah blah”. Maybe you just got unfollowed. That’s all. Nothing important. The folks who unfollowed you are undoubtedly irrelevant to your daily life. Why are y’all so weird, man?