'dress up' like, wear a nice dress shirt, fresh jeans and some rad kicks? because if so i'm all for that. there is nothing better than being all dolled up and ready to go then thinking 'fuck it, i'm playing some gran turismo.'
I'm going to "study" for my statistics test. Which I will fail horribly anyway.
Also I might play some games and stuff.
Ferrus on
I would like to pause for a moment, to talk about my penis.
My penis is like a toddler. A toddler—who is a perfectly normal size for his age—on a long road trip to what he thinks is Disney World. My penis is excited because he hasn’t been to Disney World in a long, long time, but remembers a time when he used to go every day. So now the penis toddler is constantly fidgeting, whining “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? How about now? Now? How about... now?”
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
FishmanPut your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain.Registered Userregular
edited July 2010
Now? Go to bed. Maybe fool around with my wife, maybe just fucken sleep. I'm still jet lagged and suffering sleep debt.
Tomorrow: Football is already cancelled, so maybe sort through some holiday photos and unpack some more. Got some friends coming around in the evening, gotta find their souvenir gifts and some wildlife & football snaps to tell 'what we did on our trip' stories.
Sunday: Third place match. Lunch with the inlaws. More sleep. Maybe investigate more of that 'fool-around-with-the-wife' thing I got going on.
Okay it is 3 AM why the hell am I up
Not like I've wasted the last few hours or anything, been having all sorts of REALTALK with Faynor
Compiling a "things I need to buy" list on a notecard
I should probably sleep some time soon, since my parents will probably try and get me up at like 11.
Or I could make a really early breakfast
I kind of want some pancakes
I have little chocolate chips to put in them
and peanut butter
the creamy kind
Crunchy sucks.
I bet I could be persuaded to like chocolate, but I love candy enough as it is
I do not add to the list of things I want to devour on sight!
that list is long!
so many things on that friggin' list
Faynor on
do you wanna see me eat a hotdog
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HacksawJ. Duggan Esq.Wrestler at LawRegistered Userregular
edited July 2010
Working tomorrow night and Saturday night.
On a completely related note: the guy I'm worked with tonight (and will be working with tomorrow) is the fucking Terminator. Motherfucker's been shot, stabbed, beaten, had his hand crushed, and hit by a car, and somehow he's still intact and looks like a fucking suave-ass Puerto Rican fitness model.
On a completely related note: the guy I'm worked with tonight (and will be working with tomorrow) is the fucking Terminator. Motherfucker's been shot, stabbed, beaten, had his hand crushed, and hit by a car, and somehow he's still intact and looks like a fucking suave-ass Puerto Rican fitness model.
This begs the question what the hell kind of job you two are doing.
Ferrus on
I would like to pause for a moment, to talk about my penis.
My penis is like a toddler. A toddler—who is a perfectly normal size for his age—on a long road trip to what he thinks is Disney World. My penis is excited because he hasn’t been to Disney World in a long, long time, but remembers a time when he used to go every day. So now the penis toddler is constantly fidgeting, whining “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? How about now? Now? How about... now?”
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
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HacksawJ. Duggan Esq.Wrestler at LawRegistered Userregular
On a completely related note: the guy I'm worked with tonight (and will be working with tomorrow) is the fucking Terminator. Motherfucker's been shot, stabbed, beaten, had his hand crushed, and hit by a car, and somehow he's still intact and looks like a fucking suave-ass Puerto Rican fitness model.
This begs the question what the hell kind of job you two are doing.
On a completely related note: the guy I'm worked with tonight (and will be working with tomorrow) is the fucking Terminator. Motherfucker's been shot, stabbed, beaten, had his hand crushed, and hit by a car, and somehow he's still intact and looks like a fucking suave-ass Puerto Rican fitness model.
This begs the question what the hell kind of job you two are doing.
Security.
And I guess not the mall cop kind. Wow.
Ferrus on
I would like to pause for a moment, to talk about my penis.
My penis is like a toddler. A toddler—who is a perfectly normal size for his age—on a long road trip to what he thinks is Disney World. My penis is excited because he hasn’t been to Disney World in a long, long time, but remembers a time when he used to go every day. So now the penis toddler is constantly fidgeting, whining “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? How about now? Now? How about... now?”
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
Monday I go into a military base and won't come out until at least two weeks.
Until then I am spending my time trying to adjust my sleep schedule into something that actually works. So no drinking, not even any late nights playing LoL
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The Black HunterThe key is a minimum of compromise, and a simple,unimpeachable reason to existRegistered Userregular
I work weekends as well, but I booked this one off. I was supposed to be going to Sweden. It didn't pan out, so now my weekend will be a LAN party and drawing things I guess. Also going to watch the old Predator.
Monday I go into a military base and won't come out until at least two weeks.
Until then I am spending my time trying to adjust my sleep schedule into something that actually works. So no drinking, not even any late nights playing LoL
friday night - big fuckin' all-night bender fuelled by drugs and alcohol and at least one a.m. trip to a terrible diner for milkshakes and burgers
saturday - a lot of pain and trauma tempered by coffee, litres of water and more burgers. do not sleep
saturday night - the sleep of the unborn
sunday - newspapers, sunglasses and sophisticated banter. you did it!
edit: the fact that you're then going into a rigorous military ordeal only makes it more sensible. *nods*
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HacksawJ. Duggan Esq.Wrestler at LawRegistered Userregular
On a completely related note: the guy I'm worked with tonight (and will be working with tomorrow) is the fucking Terminator. Motherfucker's been shot, stabbed, beaten, had his hand crushed, and hit by a car, and somehow he's still intact and looks like a fucking suave-ass Puerto Rican fitness model.
This begs the question what the hell kind of job you two are doing.
Security.
And I guess not the mall cop kind. Wow.
Not even a little bit.
Though it's worth noting that the dude's roommate is apparently the real-life Paul Blart.
Monday I go into a military base and won't come out until at least two weeks.
Until then I am spending my time trying to adjust my sleep schedule into something that actually works. So no drinking, not even any late nights playing LoL
friday night - big fuckin' all-night bender fuelled by drugs and alcohol and at least one a.m. trip to a terrible diner for milkshakes and burgers
saturday - a lot of pain and trauma tempered by coffee, litres of water and more burgers. do not sleep
saturday night - the sleep of the unborn
sunday - newspapers, sunglasses and sophisticated banter. you did it!
edit: the fact that you're then going into a rigorous military ordeal only makes it more sensible. *nods*
Nahh, this is a pussy "Mandatory" service.
So it's not that rigorous unless they try to make me something like a sergeant or driver, and I'm too out of shape for the first one and probably have too bad depth perception for the other.
Also I don't know where the hell I could get drugs from.
Monday I go into a military base and won't come out until at least two weeks.
Until then I am spending my time trying to adjust my sleep schedule into something that actually works. So no drinking, not even any late nights playing LoL
friday night - big fuckin' all-night bender fuelled by drugs and alcohol and at least one a.m. trip to a terrible diner for milkshakes and burgers
saturday - a lot of pain and trauma tempered by coffee, litres of water and more burgers. do not sleep
saturday night - the sleep of the unborn
sunday - newspapers, sunglasses and sophisticated banter. you did it!
edit: the fact that you're then going into a rigorous military ordeal only makes it more sensible. *nods*
Not one single act of sexual debauchery, Jezz I am ashamed!
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am i still allowed to do the one i was talking about
i knew this thread would end up making my weekend better
go on, guess
you're so jealous
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
I thought every restaurant there was a goddamn Outback Steakhouse
I have been misled.
it's like CHEESE TOAST! I LOVE CHEESE TOAST! also we have steak and unlimited salad bar BUT EVERYBODY LOVES CHEESE TOAST! YEAH!
I am almost paralyzed with indecision.
Also I might play some games and stuff.
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
My car is about to explode. So I needed to take the family truck. The truck has a dead starter.
So I go to try and find the spare key for my mom's SUV since she's in Hawaii. Turns out she locked it in her center console.
So now I'm waiting to AAA to come and unlock her car so I can go to bed.
He just looked around guiltily and covered it with some lettuce.
well get ready to have your misleads shattered
cause we don't have any Outback Steakhouses at all!
99 people out of 100 here have no idea what a bloomin onion is!
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
comes out of the bloomin' ground
Tomorrow: Football is already cancelled, so maybe sort through some holiday photos and unpack some more. Got some friends coming around in the evening, gotta find their souvenir gifts and some wildlife & football snaps to tell 'what we did on our trip' stories.
Sunday: Third place match. Lunch with the inlaws. More sleep. Maybe investigate more of that 'fool-around-with-the-wife' thing I got going on.
Satans..... hints.....
Not like I've wasted the last few hours or anything, been having all sorts of REALTALK with Faynor
Compiling a "things I need to buy" list on a notecard
I should probably sleep some time soon, since my parents will probably try and get me up at like 11.
Or I could make a really early breakfast
I kind of want some pancakes
I have little chocolate chips to put in them
and peanut butter
the creamy kind
Crunchy sucks.
anyways
Crunchy peanut butter is awful, creamy for life
Edit: Oh, yeah, my plans
Going to try to go to the Omaha Zoo next week sometime
going to go to the store and pick up some things tomorrow hopefully
really really really need to set up my classes for fall
aaaaaaaaaaaaand then I'm going to worry more about PAX
I like the concept of crunchy, though.
yes and chocolate goes perfectly wi- OH WAIT YOU HATE CHOCOLATE UGH WHY DO I EVEN TALK TO YOU
Predators was ok
I need a doughnut.
I bet I could be persuaded to like chocolate, but I love candy enough as it is
I do not add to the list of things I want to devour on sight!
that list is long!
so many things on that friggin' list
On a completely related note: the guy I'm worked with tonight (and will be working with tomorrow) is the fucking Terminator. Motherfucker's been shot, stabbed, beaten, had his hand crushed, and hit by a car, and somehow he's still intact and looks like a fucking suave-ass Puerto Rican fitness model.
Is poop at the top?
This begs the question what the hell kind of job you two are doing.
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
And I guess not the mall cop kind. Wow.
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
Until then I am spending my time trying to adjust my sleep schedule into something that actually works. So no drinking, not even any late nights playing LoL
missing out on a camping trip
missing out on a night in the city
but I don't feel like it's gonna be a bad weekend
friday night - big fuckin' all-night bender fuelled by drugs and alcohol and at least one a.m. trip to a terrible diner for milkshakes and burgers
saturday - a lot of pain and trauma tempered by coffee, litres of water and more burgers. do not sleep
saturday night - the sleep of the unborn
sunday - newspapers, sunglasses and sophisticated banter. you did it!
edit: the fact that you're then going into a rigorous military ordeal only makes it more sensible. *nods*
Though it's worth noting that the dude's roommate is apparently the real-life Paul Blart.
this guy
who was told by the woman he is infatuated with that he is a "good sport"
this guy
Nahh, this is a pussy "Mandatory" service.
So it's not that rigorous unless they try to make me something like a sergeant or driver, and I'm too out of shape for the first one and probably have too bad depth perception for the other.
Also I don't know where the hell I could get drugs from.
Not one single act of sexual debauchery, Jezz I am ashamed!
love is the drug