I’m home sick from work. I slept with the window open because I like to be cold when I sleep. I guess the ocean air was a bit too damp so now I have a runny nose and a throat full of phlegm. I’m watching tv and flipping back and forth between Maury and the NFL Combine while my laundry is doing it’s thing.
On the Maury show today’s victim is a young wigger (white guy who thinks he’s black) with his black girlfriend. On the other side of the stage are three white girls who all claim he’s the father of their children. This is Maury so obviously everybody is screaming at each other. Cut to the chase and it turns out the guy IS the father of two of them. Sista, the guy’s current booty call, is jumpin up and down high-fivin because he’s not the father of the 3rd. Like that matters? He still knocked up two of the three and he’ll be doing the same to your stupid ass within a month or so. I’m starting to believe women really do respect the guy that treats them like shit more than the nice guy who puts them first and lets them run all over him.
On a positive note, the Tour of California came thru my neck of the woods yesterday. I took some pics so dig in.
March 1st, 2006 at 2:49 pm
First off, let me know when the convulsions start…
Secondly, no, you know better than to believe that women want to be treated that way. True, sometimes, we ALLOW ourselves to go through that, thinking that the man will change, but that’s our own stupidity. So no, we don’t want to be treated that way, and don’t you dare start to believe it, mister.
March 1st, 2006 at 2:59 pm
What was that commercial where the old lady cried “Help…..I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” That’ll be me later on tonight. I really hope this is gone by Saturday. I need to get in a good weekend of riding before I go to Solvang next weekend.
March 1st, 2006 at 7:50 pm
Is it bad that I get such glee out of you saying “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up?” hehe.
March 22nd, 2006 at 7:26 pm
“I’m starting to believe women really do respect the guy that treats them like shit more than the nice guy who puts them first and lets them run all over him.”
Yeah, they get me with this. You know what else gets me? When they go on there sayin “The man ain’t shyt - he got no job, he drinks, he smokes, he shoots up, he’s sellin, he steals, he’s killed people…” and somebody says “So what are you going to do if he’s the father of your child?” and the skank says “I want him in my baby’s life!” without missing a beat. Yeah… there’s a role model for ya, sport. Triflin, triflin, TRIFLIN-azz ‘itches.
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