Fuuck TTC - I'm moving on.
"It's a child, not a cheeto" Thanks mmariluh!
"Ew. I've read all of two posts from you, and you stink like rotting garbage."
More times than I can count. In my defense, most of the time it is said in jest to my friends. (We all tease each other a lot and I have a mouth like a sailor). But I've said it and been totally serious too.
More times than I can count. In my defense, most of the time it is said in jest to my friends. (We all tease each other a lot and I have a mouth like a sailor). But I've said it and been totally serious too.
Honestly? I'm surprised my mouth hasn't gotten me in more trouble.
I once got rear-ended by some jackarse on the Bruckner as I was driving home for Christmas. I get out of the car and start screaming "Are you Fvcking kidding me? Are you FVCKING KIDDING ME? You stupid FVCK. Are you that Fvcking STUPID? WHAT THE FVCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID FVCK"
The gentleman who got out was very large and Russian. He kindly didn't kick my ass in addition to rear-ending me.
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More times than I can count. In my defense, most of the time it is said in jest to my friends. (We all tease each other a lot and I have a mouth like a sailor). But I've said it and been totally serious too.
Unfortunately, yes. Most recently was last week when a neighborhood dealer told me I should pay him to watch my car in our parking lot. I told him "F!ck no" and then walked upstairs laughing.
The best story was when DH and I were dating, we were at a club and he was ready to go and I wasn't. (The fact I used to enjoy club drugs in my youth is an important part of this story) I had driven us there, so I told him he had better work it out because I was enjoying myself.
Cut to him repeatedly asking me to leave, I politely declined than punched him in the jaw. He ended up walking home that night, but I brought him home McDonald's so he forgave me.
Unfortunately, yes. Most recently was last week when a neighborhood dealer told me I should pay him to watch my car in our parking lot. I told him "F!ck no" and then walked upstairs laughing.
The best story was when DH and I were dating, we were at a club and he was ready to go and I wasn't. (The fact I used to enjoy club drugs in my youth is an important part of this story) I had driven us there, so I told him he had better work it out because I was enjoying myself.
Cut to him repeatedly asking me to leave, I politely declined than punched him in the jaw. He ended up walking home that night, but I brought him home McDonald's so he forgave me.
When you say neighborhood dealer, do you mean car dealer, or actual "Dealer"?
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More times than I can count. In my defense, most of the time it is said in jest to my friends. (We all tease each other a lot and I have a mouth like a sailor). But I've said it and been totally serious too.
Re: s/o screaming...
You bad@ss.
And wils- That mask is handy for more than it's marketed for.
Baby # 2 edd 11/26/08 - Ezra Jacob born 11/29/08, 9 lbs 6 oz., 21 3/4 in
Baby #3 edd 05/04/13 - Titus Jude born 05/01/13, 9 lb 5 oz. 21.5 in
"It's a child, not a cheeto" Thanks mmariluh!
"Ew. I've read all of two posts from you, and you stink like rotting garbage."
Ditto this exactly.
Honestly? I'm surprised my mouth hasn't gotten me in more trouble.
I once got rear-ended by some jackarse on the Bruckner as I was driving home for Christmas. I get out of the car and start screaming "Are you Fvcking kidding me? Are you FVCKING KIDDING ME? You stupid FVCK. Are you that Fvcking STUPID? WHAT THE FVCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID FVCK"
The gentleman who got out was very large and Russian. He kindly didn't kick my ass in addition to rear-ending me.
Yes. I swear like a sailor. We have a swear jar right now so that I can tame it before I give birth. DH insisted.
Unfortunately, yes. Most recently was last week when a neighborhood dealer told me I should pay him to watch my car in our parking lot. I told him "F!ck no" and then walked upstairs laughing.
The best story was when DH and I were dating, we were at a club and he was ready to go and I wasn't. (The fact I used to enjoy club drugs in my youth is an important part of this story) I had driven us there, so I told him he had better work it out because I was enjoying myself.
Cut to him repeatedly asking me to leave, I politely declined than punched him in the jaw. He ended up walking home that night, but I brought him home McDonald's so he forgave me.
When you say neighborhood dealer, do you mean car dealer, or actual "Dealer"?
Pretty much this. No, exactly this.