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Discussion in 'GMD Social Forum' started by A8, Sep 15, 2007.
... nice! I wish a had a bald friend with a few kegs.
Bald friends are of high importance. Well I'm baking some rolls which I might offer to him in return so he opens that keg. He has it from some guy who brews his own lager, he calls it PragerLaffe and this one is supposed to be a stronger one. I don't really understand the styles or anything but I think it's somewhere between PU and Viennese lager.
Just yesterday I was talking to a guy about this semester being kinda draggy. Nothing we can do about it.
Steak n shake for breakfast. Now I'm taking a shit.
So glad it's Friday. Oh course I have a Fucking cold
Hahahaha I couldn't steal from my job if I tried, we operate at a deficit. Trying to write the 2014 budget now. We need MOAR FUNDING to even stay afloat.
I really hate humans today.
I don't meet a lot of people I don't already know and maybe that's the reason why I'm totally fine nowadays. With all this human shit.
It's just the ideas I have about certain types of people are a heavy load on my mind. Fucking brain dead vicki pollard chav slags, retarded grunting simpletons with their faces hanging out of 20 year old BMW 3 series windows, grunting at people, with shit music blasting, maybe little wayne playing a solo. What happened to popular culture? Seriously? It actually died at some point before we were born.
Women are such fucking sourpusses. I speak to old people sometimes, people in their 50s and 60s and it seems to me that the the way that common people are just got really fucked up and shittied up over the decades after the 70s. People became wild and uncultured.
moar liek sourpussies, amirite?
Don't you pay too much attention to social circles you hate?? I can't think of a last time I had to deal with people like you describe. Most of my friends are cultural and all, too. What is your problem really? Why don't you talk to people you consider cultural and clever enough for your majesty.
My good circle of friends disintegrated recently. We were all together again briefly after coming back from different universities to our home city but then one got a job abroad, another got a job on a small island off the coast of the UK, a long way from our city and the other one was the guy who I was never good enough friends with to meet up with without one of the others being there. There were other associated people but they were all like the last guy I mentioned.
Also, my other social circle has too many people who either have or still regularly take large amounts of hard drugs and have permanently altered personalities. They are also all kind of poor and a bit street in their manner. There is only one person in that group who I would go and see on his own, the rest are just people I'd meet through them. That one person is a one off and a really awesome guy, with a sound mind and everything, a t totaller, but his friends can be a little annoying sometimes.
Woke up full of snot and sounding terrible when I talk. Being sick is kind of dumb.
Have a diaper party to go to in a couple hours.
Is this man invited?
my buddies wife is having a baby in 2 weeks.
So everyone brings him diapers and we drink beer and play pool.
Well, obviously that's not what the term 'diaper party' brings to mind.
It was quite fun. Even though I'm terrible at pool
Worked out at the gym for the first time in a few months. Right now I'm at 235, and I'd like to get down to about 200.
Just as I was saying yesterday that I don't have to deal with any idiots and such, I came across a spectacular one. And who else could it fucking be than a ticket inspector in the fucking public transport. Well I was drunk and I didn't see his badge straight away so I told him to show me one more time and I jokingly said I didn't like him so I had to check. Then I fucking showed him everything. My valid ticket, my student card and even my fucking ID and he still penalized me and said that was for what I said in the beginning. Brilliant. So today I have to deal with such fucking blabber and hopefully I won't have to pay for anything because that would be ridiculous.
Anyway, school today, then three days in the barn.
This might only be where I live, but here, you're basically expected to go to college. If you don't, then you're one of the "common" folk, I guess, but I've found these people have had to work much harder for what they want. The ones who haven't had everything handed to them tend to be the more interesting ones. They've actually had to discover who they are.