[kavaTeexy]

Anyone agree eh?

That is all.

[Malinguenem]

Stranger Than Fiction

[squicscor]

wTAN? .,

[Hedkffiz]

Yes. Just the other night I was at the pub down the street from my house and this couple sitting a few seats down the bar from me started arguing... they were just in earshot so I could make out a bit of what they were saying... apparently he ****ed her best friend and she in turn ****ed his best friend to get revenge on him...he learned about her ****ing his best friend right there in the bar while I'm sitting there... so what does he do? He sucker punches the bitch and she flies off her stool and was sprawled on the ground... being the gentleman I am, I picked her up off the ground and then knocked the guy out for hitting the lady... about this time the bar was in a commotion and I figured I should probably get out before the po po show up... so I run outside, whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later," looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

[herawaq]

Yup, my neighbor and his savage dog came over and he was actually really a nice guy gonna have to say life is a bit strange.

[rikdpola]

Yes. Just the other night I was at the pub down the street from my house and this couple sitting a few seats down the bar from me started arguing... they were just in earshot so I could make out a bit of what they were saying... apparently he ****ed her best friend and she in turn ****ed his best friend to get revenge on him...he learned about her ****ing his best friend right there in the bar while I'm sitting there... so what does he do? He sucker punches the bitch and she flies off her stool and was sprawled on the ground... being the gentleman I am, I picked her up off the ground and then knocked the guy out for hitting the lady... about this time the bar was in a commotion and I figured I should probably get out before the po po show up... so I run outside, whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later," looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

And also strange how some stories the just veer right off track! [rofl] Wonder if the other guy's name was Carlton.

[UnmariKam]

So I was sitting there watching TV, extremely bored. I heard this rumbling noise. I looked around, but did not see where it came from. I shrugged it off and continued to watch TV. I'm not really sure what program I was watching, I was more engrossed in the moving picture than the actual program. After a bit I once again heard the rumbling noise. This time I found that it was coming from my stomach. I was hungry. I proceeded to raid the kitchen for food. I was out of doritos and didn't feel like cooking anything so this really limited my food prospects. I opened the drawer that usually was the safe haven for crackers and found a jar of peanut butter. I grabbed the jar and a spoon and went back to the couch to marvel at the moving picture.

Spoonful upon spoonful of creamy peanut buttery goodness went into my mouth. I just couldn't seem to get enough and the spoon was much too small and slow to satisfy my stomach's lust for this nutty concoction. I dropped the spoon to the floor and starting shoveling with my hand instead. This was much better. I could eat much faster and get even more in my mouth with each bite.

Just as I thought things were going great, I got an itch. It was a horribly annoying itch. This was not an itch I could just shrug off. It was an itch that must be dealt with and of all places it was on my sac. This is the kind of itch that men throughout the ages have been compelled to scratch even at the most inappropriate of times. It was about this time that the real trouble started. My one hand was busy flipping through channels with the remote while my other hand was covered in peanut butter. What to do?

Being the couch potato that I am, I scratched my sac with my peanut butter covered hand. Oh it was glorious! I scratched and scratched until I couldn't scratch anymore. It was beautiful. I passed in and out of consciousness just from the pure pleasure of scratching my man glands. As quick as the itch had come on, it was now gone. I was relieved. I could now go back to watching nothing, or could I?

I now had a huge mess. Not only was my hand covered in peanut butter, but my sac was as well. There was no way I was going to get up again, no way possible that I could miss nothing that was happening on my glowing box of American happiness.

Just like that it came to me! I could just wipe it off on the couch! No, that wouldn't work, it would just make an even bigger mess and get the missus riled in the process. What was I to do? I could just leave it until I was ready to go to bed, but the once creamy goodness of the peanut butter was now getting crusty and rather uncomfortable. I thought for sure that I was doomed. It was about that time that the dog came up and licked my hand clean! What a savior. This is why they are referred to as man's best friend. Now what to do about my sac.....




Days later I looked back on my peanut butter experience. It has changed me as a human being. It has opened my eyes to disabilities that people must face every day of their lives. I couldn't even imagine being allergic to nuts. That God I'm not allergic to nuts!

[Dxwlxqvg]

Yes. Just the other night I was at the pub down the street from my house and this couple sitting a few seats down the bar from me started arguing... they were just in earshot so I could make out a bit of what they were saying... apparently he ****ed her best friend and she in turn ****ed his best friend to get revenge on him...he learned about her ****ing his best friend right there in the bar while I'm sitting there... so what does he do? He sucker punches the bitch and she flies off her stool and was sprawled on the ground... being the gentleman I am, I picked her up off the ground and then knocked the guy out for hitting the lady... about this time the bar was in a commotion and I figured I should probably get out before the po po show up... so I run outside, whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later," looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

That would have been funny had it not been done before.