I am hung over and feel like shit. But that didn't stop the wife from inviting her parents my oldest daughter and her fiancé my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and some other broad whose connection I've forgotten about or ignored and never knew, to come over to celebrate somebody's birthday and watch he Hawks, which as you know I don't give two shits about. I will have to behave myself and Act like I'm super interested in what everybody has to say. I will have to periodically get up and ask everybody if they need anything. I will be on barbecue duty. I will have to listen to my wife and the other hens cackle/talk about the wedding next summer that has already cost me thousands and thousands of dollars. This will begin at about 1 o'clock PST and will extend well past 9, if I'm lucky. None of this will result in a jerb later after all of these fucking people who irritate the shit out of me (except for my girl) LEAVE!
I signed up for all of this shit, and moar, a long time ago because Mrs. creep is very easy on the eyes, and had a great set ... well you know the rest. It's like fucking kryptonite.
Anyway… You have been warned.
I just keep asking myself if having her white bread family over to annoy me all the time, while having kids (I am sure they would make me prenup that we must procreate for me to get anything because they had their lawyer at their house for the last fondue party) running around all crazy like at all times is worth it since they are loaded. I now know she has a trust fund, just unsure how much is there, but these people have their own stables. With horses. That's REAL money. And I am a total slut for "Get Rich or Die Tryin." But white people. And no more sex. And fondue for life. And kids. FML.
I am hung over and feel like shit. But that didn't stop the wife from inviting her parents my oldest daughter and her fiancé my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and some other broad whose connection I've forgotten about or ignored and never knew, to come over to celebrate somebody's birthday and watch he Hawks, which as you know I don't give two shits about. I will have to behave myself and Act like I'm super interested in what everybody has to say. I will have to periodically get up and ask everybody if they need anything. I will be on barbecue duty. I will have to listen to my wife and the other hens cackle/talk about the wedding next summer that has already cost me thousands and thousands of dollars. This will begin at about 1 o'clock PST and will extend well past 9, if I'm lucky. None of this will result in a jerb later after all of these fucking people who irritate the shit out of me (except for my girl) LEAVE!
I signed up for all of this shit, and moar, a long time ago because Mrs. creep is very easy on the eyes, and had a great set ... well you know the rest. It's like fucking kryptonite.
Anyway… You have been warned.
The white women just can't say no to a swarthy Spaniard.
I am hung over and feel like shit. But that didn't stop the wife from inviting her parents my oldest daughter and her fiancé my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and some other broad whose connection I've forgotten about or ignored and never knew, to come over to celebrate somebody's birthday and watch he Hawks, which as you know I don't give two shits about. I will have to behave myself and Act like I'm super interested in what everybody has to say. I will have to periodically get up and ask everybody if they need anything. I will be on barbecue duty. I will have to listen to my wife and the other hens cackle/talk about the wedding next summer that has already cost me thousands and thousands of dollars. This will begin at about 1 o'clock PST and will extend well past 9, if I'm lucky. None of this will result in a jerb later after all of these fucking people who irritate the shit out of me (except for my girl) LEAVE!
I signed up for all of this shit, and moar, a long time ago because Mrs. creep is very easy on the eyes, and had a great set ... well you know the rest. It's like fucking kryptonite.
I am hung over and feel like shit. But that didn't stop the wife from inviting her parents my oldest daughter and her fiancé my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and some other broad whose connection I've forgotten about or ignored and never knew, to come over to celebrate somebody's birthday and watch he Hawks, which as you know I don't give two shits about. I will have to behave myself and Act like I'm super interested in what everybody has to say. I will have to periodically get up and ask everybody if they need anything. I will be on barbecue duty. I will have to listen to my wife and the other hens cackle/talk about the wedding next summer that has already cost me thousands and thousands of dollars. This will begin at about 1 o'clock PST and will extend well past 9, if I'm lucky. None of this will result in a jerb later after all of these fucking people who irritate the shit out of me (except for my girl) LEAVE!
I signed up for all of this shit, and moar, a long time ago because Mrs. creep is very easy on the eyes, and had a great set ... well you know the rest. It's like fucking kryptonite.
Anyway… You have been warned.
The white women just can't say no to a swarthy Spaniard.
As painful as this is to write, he really is kind of tough. The fucking kid can take a beating. There was a thread about this last week. When he's playing like shit, and he's getting the mother loving shit beat out of uim, you'd? want him to head to the sidelines. But the fucker always gets up.
Yeah I called him the indestructible imbecile. His Gumby like body is actually our biggest problem. He should have been shattered countless times but just like a pants shitting version of the Terminator he never stops.
If the guy just got some big balls confidence and started talking shit, I think he would be a winner. Easier said than done, I know.
Are we sure hes gotten laid? Maybe he needs a whore who let's him go to pound town so he can realize his true potential.
All the married guys around this shithole make this sound awful. 90% of my married friends are miserable. It's probably better to die alone.
It's a miserable existence, but it's important to make (legitimate) genetic copies of oneself. We don't achieve the afterlife via the pearly gates but rather by our DNA being carried forward. You are descended of noble savages that crossed the Berring Strait in a massive blizzard in 11,000 BC. Never forget.
All the married guys around this shithole make this sound awful. 90% of my married friends are miserable. It's probably better to die alone.
It's a miserable existence, but it's important to make (legitimate) genetic copies of oneself. We don't achieve the afterlife via the pearly gates but rather by our DNA being carried forward. You are descended of noble savages that crossed the Berring Strait in a massive blizzard in 11,000 BC. Never forget.
And a bunch of true drunken savages that made the Romans build a wall to keep out.
All the married guys around this shithole make this sound awful. 90% of my married friends are miserable. It's probably better to die alone.
It's a miserable existence, but it's important to make (legitimate) genetic copies of oneself. We don't achieve the afterlife via the pearly gates but rather by our DNA being carried forward. You are descended of noble savages that crossed the Berring Strait in a massive blizzard in 11,000 BC. Never forget.
And a bunch of true drunken savages that made the Romans build a wall to keep out.
Nothing changed with swaye
The great part about my DNA is that both sides are celebrated as mythic warrior druids, Celts and 1st Nation. The reality is both of those lost big in both the major wars they ever fought. So I descend from a mighty people that were one with the land and nature and painted themselves before epic battles, and then promptly got their dick kicked in by mainland Eurotrash fags not once but twice. Not so sure these genes need to be passed on.
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Unfortunately for you, I'm praying to honkey Jesus so you are probably not going to be happy with the results.
Are we sure hes gotten laid? Maybe he needs a whore who let's him go to pound town so he can realize his true potential.
Nothing changed with swaye
Speaking of delivers, what are we going to name this papoose?