My girlfriend ticks me off soo bad. I want out and it's that simple. Every time we talk, I have my "attempting to care - NOT CARING" moments. We like totally different things and I don't know what happened. When we met we could never stop talking. We spent hours on the phone, and I just don't know where it all went. Her parents are totally psychotic, and her friends are the most immature little brats on the face of the Earth. I just can't take it anymore. My big problem is that I still can't stand to see her cry or be upset. I just don't know what to do anymore. My life just really sucks. | |
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I hereby officially declare this part of the internet property of NO MA'AM; National Organization of Men Against Amazonian Masterhood.
The rules:
1. It's okay to call hooters "knockers" and sometimes "snack trays."
2. It is wrong to be French.
3. It's okay to put all bad people in a giant meat grinder.
4. Lawyers: see rule three.
5. It is okay to drive a gas guzzler if it helps you get babes.
6. Everyone should car pool but me.
7. Bring back the word "stewardesses"
8. Synchronized Swimming is not a sport.
9. Mudwrestling is a sport.
Where a buck's enough to see their stuff, at the nudie bar.
Where the breasts may be fake but man do they shake, at the nudie bar.
Where you swear like a sailor, and wish you could nail her, at the nudie bar.
Where the cops are at the door, and there's a Kennedy on the floor, at the nudie bar.
"Where the priest loses his bible and we can't be held liable; At the Nudie Bar!"
Where the beers are a flowin' and the titties are showin; At the Nudie Bar!
Where we can get away from the wife and the miserable sexlife; at the nudie bar!
Where the girls are bending for every dollar we're spending; at the Nudie bar!
Where glasses are break'n and titties are shakin'; At the Nudie Bar!
Where when there's fluff on the muff, she's old enough: At the Nudie Bar!
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