TweetA freaking basket from my best friend! I mean common dude why would a dude buy another dude a freaking wicker basket? And a mini one to boot!
What does he think I'm an elf that picks apples in the forest?
TweetShit...wrong present! you were suppose to get the anal beads for baby1 to use on you
TweetA freaking basket from my best friend! I mean common dude why would a dude buy another dude a freaking wicker basket? And a mini one to boot!
What does he think I'm an elf that picks apples in the forest?
Tweet^^^^^^Wow I just realized how many times I said dude in that sentence!
TweetIts ok DJ
I can tell you're upset....I mean you used the word "common" rather than come on....and talkin about elves n forests n such.
Just tell us how you really feel
TweetWow I did. I didn't even realize that! My brain is fried. I've had a million things going on, I'm leaving for vacation tonight, my car I'm using was supposed to be done Friday, then Monday, now Today, and it's still not done. I'm trying to deal with my other car and the lawyer, deal with sears on my credit, deal with guess on my jeans, deal with the state on my hospital bill, deal with my truck, deal with my health issues, deal with my business, and advertising, and taxes and parts, a new shop that has proper voltage and I'm flipping out! I can't even think straight.
SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!!!!!!
ok i'm done. all better thanks
TweetMy baby's momma got me a Michael Jackson jacket. This was 11 years ago and let me go ahead and do the math for you......no they were not cool then (were they ever). This is a chick I was hanging out with in college and after a month she turns up pregnant (Fertile Myrtle). She was into punk and what not and she wanted me to be more like her so she got me this stupid jacket.
Need I say that I have custody of my daughter and I had to tell her to.......BEAT IT.....Just BEAT IT!
TweetI don't recall a worst present. Let me think....I don't know. There were some years when things were very tight, but mom and dad always found a way to make Christmas special. Well, now that I think about it, I do have one. About 11 years ago I got in trouble, big ass trouble, and was sentenced to 120 days in boot camp. The sentencing came December 17th and my first day, get this crap, was December 31st. That's right, my new years eve was spent getting screamed at by a bunch of wanna be drill sergants. Yep, that was the worst, for sure.
Tweetmy present was recouring for years my great grandmom bought me a dinosaur t-shirtfor yrs until I was probably 15 or 16
TweetDamn dude, what's that dude think you are some kinda fag or something? Dude, if I were you I'd put that dude in his place, just tell him "dude, I'm not gay, I mean if you're into that....whatever, that's you dude, just not me".
TweetNothing like a good ole felon boot camp gang rape for Christmas! You win Tman, you win.
TweetBillie Jean?
TweetHAHAHAHAHA!! No kidding! I did confront him. I said what were you thinking? He said "I thought you were into that stuff"?
My response "Are you freaking kidding me? Wicker baskets? What the hell would compel you to think I am into wicker baskets?"
He just shrugged his shoulders.
TweetNo...that's not my lover.
TweetBut the kid was not my son........it was actually my daughter.