friday.
Originally Posted by sonicsuby
I dunno. there's a bunch of people at my work that I wish would jump off a bridge. It would be all the better if I got a day off to mourn.
and btw - I'm just in ******* mode today. I got sleep last night for once so I'm actually awake. At work, some guy was picking on me because he's dark skinned and doesn't have to wear sunblock to go to the mailbox (like I do) and I made a comment about "at least I don't have to worry about getting pulled over for driving through a nice neighborhood". So yeah, that's where I'm at today.
and btw - I'm just in ******* mode today. I got sleep last night for once so I'm actually awake. At work, some guy was picking on me because he's dark skinned and doesn't have to wear sunblock to go to the mailbox (like I do) and I made a comment about "at least I don't have to worry about getting pulled over for driving through a nice neighborhood". So yeah, that's where I'm at today.
Originally Posted by Mr. Xevious
well they never give it, they just get it. I can understand the confusion.
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Originally Posted by ryball
I might just go home bacuase of all the yenta's bawling around me... half of them are trying to make this about themselves.
Dude of course, some people are pathetic when it comes to that ****. Crying about death is always technically a selfish thing, since the real reason you are sad is because they are not there anymore for you to talk to and what not. But some people just take it to an extreme, and are just attention ******. They don't look at it as the person died, they are more sad that the world stopped spinning around them for a little bit
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I'm cruising on WB I-80 this morning, Ramones playing, enjoying very light traffic.
To my right in the #2 lane ~ 300yds ahead , I see a newer Tahoe doing the drunk driver swerving thing: drits to the left, hears/feels the Bott dots, d2drifts to the rig ht, feels the Bott Dots, wash, rinse, repeat.
I slowly pass on the left to get a view of the diver.
She's a pretty little thing, so I tootled my horns at her.
When she looked over, I motioned & mouthed the word "drive" to her in an over-exaggerated way.
See, she was reading a paper of sorts, maybe a court brief, an email print out, or what not.
Anyway, she looked down on me, indicated her thanks by flipping me off and mouthing the words "**** Off!!"
I cheerfully waved good bye to her & contiued on my way.
**** then gets into the #1 lane and stays about 100yds off my ***. I noticed that if I touched my brakes just enough to get the brake lights to come on, she'd slow down.
But, if I took my foot of the gas, she'd almost hit me, 'cause my brake lights never came on.
I was amused.
For seven miles, I slightly tap the pedal, watch her slow down for nothing followed by taking my foot of the gas to see how many times she'd almost hit me.
I was setting her up big time, because a mile up the road is the dreaded HWY 65m cluster **** followed by the Douglas BLVD curve.
Traffic always comes to grinding halt on I 80.
And sure enough, today was no different, as I saw multiple lanes of brake lights rapidly approaching.
Now, most of you know me as a fairly mellow, easy to get along type of bloke, but step on my toes, & I'll cut your's off.
Anyway, as I'm rapidly approaching the I 80 parking lot, I take my foot off the gas & position it just above the brake pedal.
I look in te rear view mirror, knowing that my timing will have to better than perfect, to teach this ***** a leason.
She's getting closer.....closer.... a little more.......don't be affraid, Paul....
NOW...Hit the brakes!!! I scream inside my head, as I see her stupid face in my rear view, her eyes bulging out of her head like in the cartoons.
I deftly change into the #2 lane as the ***** lays four down four, thick black marks of stupidity, knowing that she knows just how big of mistake she's just made.
Knowing that she's gonna have to give up the dirty starfish for a month to keep her husband from beating her.
As my lane is stopped, she slides right on passed me, straining to keep her four ton assault weapon in control.
****, she made it. Didn't hit anything.
As I drive passed her, I stop, toot my horns, and roll the window down.
She rolls her's down & looks at me.
"Stupid ****", I yelled while smiling at her.
To my right in the #2 lane ~ 300yds ahead , I see a newer Tahoe doing the drunk driver swerving thing: drits to the left, hears/feels the Bott dots, d2drifts to the rig ht, feels the Bott Dots, wash, rinse, repeat.
I slowly pass on the left to get a view of the diver.
She's a pretty little thing, so I tootled my horns at her.
When she looked over, I motioned & mouthed the word "drive" to her in an over-exaggerated way.
See, she was reading a paper of sorts, maybe a court brief, an email print out, or what not.
Anyway, she looked down on me, indicated her thanks by flipping me off and mouthing the words "**** Off!!"
I cheerfully waved good bye to her & contiued on my way.
**** then gets into the #1 lane and stays about 100yds off my ***. I noticed that if I touched my brakes just enough to get the brake lights to come on, she'd slow down.
But, if I took my foot of the gas, she'd almost hit me, 'cause my brake lights never came on.
I was amused.
For seven miles, I slightly tap the pedal, watch her slow down for nothing followed by taking my foot of the gas to see how many times she'd almost hit me.
I was setting her up big time, because a mile up the road is the dreaded HWY 65m cluster **** followed by the Douglas BLVD curve.
Traffic always comes to grinding halt on I 80.
And sure enough, today was no different, as I saw multiple lanes of brake lights rapidly approaching.
Now, most of you know me as a fairly mellow, easy to get along type of bloke, but step on my toes, & I'll cut your's off.
Anyway, as I'm rapidly approaching the I 80 parking lot, I take my foot off the gas & position it just above the brake pedal.
I look in te rear view mirror, knowing that my timing will have to better than perfect, to teach this ***** a leason.
She's getting closer.....closer.... a little more.......don't be affraid, Paul....
NOW...Hit the brakes!!! I scream inside my head, as I see her stupid face in my rear view, her eyes bulging out of her head like in the cartoons.
I deftly change into the #2 lane as the ***** lays four down four, thick black marks of stupidity, knowing that she knows just how big of mistake she's just made.
Knowing that she's gonna have to give up the dirty starfish for a month to keep her husband from beating her.
As my lane is stopped, she slides right on passed me, straining to keep her four ton assault weapon in control.
****, she made it. Didn't hit anything.
As I drive passed her, I stop, toot my horns, and roll the window down.
She rolls her's down & looks at me.
"Stupid ****", I yelled while smiling at her.
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Originally Posted by Paul@dbtuned
I'm cruising on WB I-80 this morning, Ramones playing, enjoying very light traffic.
To my right in the #2 lane ~ 300yds ahead , I see a newer Tahoe doing the drunk driver swerving thing: drits to the left, hears/feels the Bott dots, d2drifts to the rig ht, feels the Bott Dots, wash, rinse, repeat.
I slowly pass on the left to get a view of the diver.
She's a pretty little thing, so I tootled my horns at her.
When she looked over, I motioned & mouthed the word "drive" to her in an over-exaggerated way.
See, she was reading a paper of sorts, maybe a court brief, an email print out, or what not.
Anyway, she looked down on me, indicated her thanks by flipping me off and mouthing the words "**** Off!!"
I cheerfully waved good bye to her & contiued on my way.
**** then gets into the #1 lane and stays about 100yds off my ***. I noticed that if I touched my brakes just enough to get the brake lights to come on, she'd slow down.
But, if I took my foot of the gas, she'd almost hit me, 'cause my brake lights never came on.
I was amused.
For seven miles, I slightly tap the pedal, watch her slow down for nothing followed by taking my foot of the gas to see how many times she'd almost hit me.
I was setting her up big time, because a mile up the road is the dreaded HWY 65m cluster **** followed by the Douglas BLVD curve.
Traffic always comes to grinding halt on I 80.
And sure enough, today was no different, as I saw multiple lanes of brake lights rapidly approaching.
Now, most of you know me as a fairly mellow, easy to get along type of bloke, but step on my toes, & I'll cut your's off.
Anyway, as I'm rapidly approaching the I 80 parking lot, I take my foot off the gas & position it just above the brake pedal.
I look in te rear view mirror, knowing that my timing will have to better than perfect, to teach this ***** a leason.
She's getting closer.....closer.... a little more.......don't be affraid, Paul....
NOW...Hit the brakes!!! I scream inside my head, as I see her stupid face in my rear view, her eyes bulging out of her head like in the cartoons.
I deftly change into the #2 lane as the ***** lays four down four, thick black marks of stupidity, knowing that she knows just how big of mistake she's just made.
Knowing that she's gonna have to give up the dirty starfish for a month to keep her husband from beating her.
As my lane is stopped, she slides right on passed me, straining to keep her four ton assault weapon in control.
****, she made it. Didn't hit anything.
As I drive passed her, I stop, toot my horns, and roll the window down.
She rolls her's down & looks at me.
"Stupid ****", I yelled while smiling at her.
To my right in the #2 lane ~ 300yds ahead , I see a newer Tahoe doing the drunk driver swerving thing: drits to the left, hears/feels the Bott dots, d2drifts to the rig ht, feels the Bott Dots, wash, rinse, repeat.
I slowly pass on the left to get a view of the diver.
She's a pretty little thing, so I tootled my horns at her.
When she looked over, I motioned & mouthed the word "drive" to her in an over-exaggerated way.
See, she was reading a paper of sorts, maybe a court brief, an email print out, or what not.
Anyway, she looked down on me, indicated her thanks by flipping me off and mouthing the words "**** Off!!"
I cheerfully waved good bye to her & contiued on my way.
**** then gets into the #1 lane and stays about 100yds off my ***. I noticed that if I touched my brakes just enough to get the brake lights to come on, she'd slow down.
But, if I took my foot of the gas, she'd almost hit me, 'cause my brake lights never came on.
I was amused.
For seven miles, I slightly tap the pedal, watch her slow down for nothing followed by taking my foot of the gas to see how many times she'd almost hit me.
I was setting her up big time, because a mile up the road is the dreaded HWY 65m cluster **** followed by the Douglas BLVD curve.
Traffic always comes to grinding halt on I 80.
And sure enough, today was no different, as I saw multiple lanes of brake lights rapidly approaching.
Now, most of you know me as a fairly mellow, easy to get along type of bloke, but step on my toes, & I'll cut your's off.
Anyway, as I'm rapidly approaching the I 80 parking lot, I take my foot off the gas & position it just above the brake pedal.
I look in te rear view mirror, knowing that my timing will have to better than perfect, to teach this ***** a leason.
She's getting closer.....closer.... a little more.......don't be affraid, Paul....
NOW...Hit the brakes!!! I scream inside my head, as I see her stupid face in my rear view, her eyes bulging out of her head like in the cartoons.
I deftly change into the #2 lane as the ***** lays four down four, thick black marks of stupidity, knowing that she knows just how big of mistake she's just made.
Knowing that she's gonna have to give up the dirty starfish for a month to keep her husband from beating her.
As my lane is stopped, she slides right on passed me, straining to keep her four ton assault weapon in control.
****, she made it. Didn't hit anything.
As I drive passed her, I stop, toot my horns, and roll the window down.
She rolls her's down & looks at me.
"Stupid ****", I yelled while smiling at her.
:rotfl:!!!!!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
PAUL FOR PRESIDENT!!!!!
Originally Posted by GT35 STI
Dude of course, some people are pathetic when it comes to that ****. Crying about death is always technically a selfish thing, since the real reason you are sad is because they are not there anymore for you to talk to and what not. But some people just take it to an extreme, and are just attention ******. They don't look at it as the person died, they are more sad that the world stopped spinning around them for a little bit
But mainly, the one's who are all: blah blah blah this is just like when I blahblahblah and my husband just brushes me off blahblahblah I never feel beautiful blahblahblah.
garbage.
I don't blame the people who were her close friends for crying, but the one who is crying and going on the most is the new girl...
If you are that broke up about it go home.
I'm not saying that I didn't really like the lady. She was cool. Seriously. I'm just not going to cry over it. Least of all in the office... for two hours.
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Originally Posted by ryball
It's not the crying that bothers me so much... okay maybe it's the crying, too.
But mainly, the one's who are all: blah blah blah this is just like when I blahblahblah and my husband just brushes me off blahblahblah I never feel beautiful blahblahblah.
garbage.
I don't blame the people who were her close friends for crying, but the one who is crying and going on the most is the new girl...
If you are that broke up about it go home.
I'm not saying that I didn't really like the lady. She was cool. Seriously. I'm just not going to cry over it. Least of all in the office... for two hours.
But mainly, the one's who are all: blah blah blah this is just like when I blahblahblah and my husband just brushes me off blahblahblah I never feel beautiful blahblahblah.
garbage.
I don't blame the people who were her close friends for crying, but the one who is crying and going on the most is the new girl...
If you are that broke up about it go home.
I'm not saying that I didn't really like the lady. She was cool. Seriously. I'm just not going to cry over it. Least of all in the office... for two hours.
ya that's more what i was getting at with the whole "it reminds me of the time my father stuck his finger up my *** while watching my little poney"... I would tell them to :stfu: no one cares about you right now...
I agree, if it bothers you that much... go the **** home, it's obvious you aren't going to get work done while you talk about all the times your daddy molested you to the office while you be an attention *****... so go home!