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GoldenDelicious
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well hellooooooo orblings, hows it going? 
long time no story, tragic isnt it. anyway, im in the mood to type, because i cant sleep, despite it being 5am...but hey, wtf. who cares. im gonna type. if you wanna read it, good. if you dont, just press "back" right now, and save the hysterics. if you want to complain about smilies, well, what can i say...except shut up, your momma didnt love you enough which is why youre making an issue of something as ridiculous as smilies. yeesh. get over it already. its my thread, and i like smileys, because unlike some of you bloodless, zombielike losers at life, im an expressive person who likes to wave his hands around as i talk and make all sorts of funny faces to let people know how im feeling. its called "non verbal communication". get a book. read it. and most importantly...SHUT UP. 
alright, so, thursday night i have a 19th birthday party on for a girl that ive had...coffee...with in the past. shes nice, and cute, and talky, and most importantly, she has 2 friends who are *stunners*, who are coming out with us...and would you believe it, borbors? i was looking good REALLY good 
i was looking so fine that needless to say, many, many women in the place had to bandage their lower jaw from hitting the ground. needless to say, 'staying alive' came on just as i was walking in, as usual anyway, i couldnt make dinner, and so organised for a bottle of nice wine be delivered to her table, complete with family of the BD girl as well as of the 2 rather good looking girls, during dinner. nice guy, hey 
(lol total brownie points ) anyway, i meet them with another friend of mine (who had also had a 'coffee' with the BD girl...for a month lol) at a local glitsy sort of bar. cool. one of the girls crosses the table to come and have a chat (good. hate the thought of wasting the wine) and all goes well. very well 2 hottest girls in the place all over my friend and i, with another 2 floating around. total envy of the club (not that i give a shit, but it describes the scene). its funny how peoples perspectives of you change when youre with really good looking girls. guys decide to be friendlier (fuck youuuuuuu), security tries shaking your hand (fuck you toooooooo), and other girls try to get your attention more than normal. hmpf. kiss my fat fed-up ass. superficial pricks (says the guy who is out with the 2 girls who are valuable because theyre hotties...lol the irony )
anyway we go to another place, fight breaks out. people fly everywhere. i almost lost my beer. the guys fighting were useless, there was no blood to be seen, except by other random males who decided to slit their wrists at the lack of chicks in the place. i dont blame them. it was a worse sausage party than last week - when i was walking through the crowd, i swear cocks were hitting my leg like my car going over those little reflector thingies on the road - it was like 'dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga!' as i was walking through the crowd. totally fucking gross. it was cocks at a million miles an hour. wtf, mang? anyway, we chat for a while, and the girls, in all their hotness, were attrating FAR too much attention for that rowdy a place (except for the little blonde who came and THREW herself at the most humble guy in the place)) becasue i was, of course with other hot women. wtf, mang, wtf. whaddaboolshit) and so i decided to dump them on their prissy little arses till later, when i came back. anyway, after the party, we all decide to go back to a GYM of all places (one of the girls had a key to one...weird) and are lounging around at 4 am when, out of nowhere, while im chatting to the blonde, she SCREAMS like a horror movie (i totally shat myself) and theres this fucking GUY standing in the gym in red underpants 
WTF?!?!?! its 4 AM!!!!! and RED underpants?!?!? what is this, BBF day? anyway, i was too confused to even flinch, so everyone thought i was very brave (brave my ass. i just didnt know how to tackle mr Red Underpants without the whole thing looking like a weird porno from hell, and my facial expression went neutral while i mulled it over)
so yes. we got the hell out of there while red underpants dude did...whatever the fuck old dudes wearing red underwear do in gyms at 4 AM (????!!!!
). i dont even want to know. really. weird prick. and went home. there was no action for The Delicious that night, for all you haters. feel free to laugh. hmpf. bitches.
anyway, im over this whole typing thing again, ill type out friday night for you tomorrow (when i wake up. maybe) because i personally didnt find it terribly interesting except that there was yet another huge fight involving real blood this time (good. someone landed something, i think it was just a fist but it may have been a bottle) and a bunch of guys from interstate in my 'party crew' (
) who thought they were Gods Gift to women upon arrival 2 weeks ago, failed a simple task taht i set them (out of interests sake), which was to make eyecontact with a woman who scored less than 3 out of 10. dont get me wrong, there were plenty of them around, but neither of the guys achieved eye contact. L O fucking L welcome to my town, bitches. leave your condoms at the arrival gate, you wont bee needing em if the orangutanians wont look at you on a friday at 2am, sex aint happening without your buddy VISA winging for you )
(yes im spiteful. so what. kiss my arse.)
cheerios
long time no story, tragic isnt it. anyway, im in the mood to type, because i cant sleep, despite it being 5am...but hey, wtf. who cares. im gonna type. if you wanna read it, good. if you dont, just press "back" right now, and save the hysterics. if you want to complain about smilies, well, what can i say...except shut up, your momma didnt love you enough which is why youre making an issue of something as ridiculous as smilies. yeesh. get over it already. its my thread, and i like smileys, because unlike some of you bloodless, zombielike losers at life, im an expressive person who likes to wave his hands around as i talk and make all sorts of funny faces to let people know how im feeling. its called "non verbal communication". get a book. read it. and most importantly...SHUT UP. alright, so, thursday night i have a 19th birthday party on for a girl that ive had...coffee...with in the past. shes nice, and cute, and talky, and most importantly, she has 2 friends who are *stunners*, who are coming out with us...and would you believe it, borbors? i was looking good
REALLY good i was looking so fine that needless to say, many, many women in the place had to bandage their lower jaw from hitting the ground. needless to say, 'staying alive' came on just as i was walking in, as usual anyway, i couldnt make dinner, and so organised for a bottle of nice wine be delivered to her table, complete with family of the BD girl as well as of the 2 rather good looking girls, during dinner. nice guy, hey (lol total brownie points ) anyway, i meet them with another friend of mine (who had also had a 'coffee' with the BD girl...for a month lol) at a local glitsy sort of bar. cool. one of the girls crosses the table to come and have a chat (good. hate the thought of wasting the wine) and all goes well. very well 2 hottest girls in the place all over my friend and i, with another 2 floating around. total envy of the club (not that i give a shit, but it describes the scene). its funny how peoples perspectives of you change when youre with really good looking girls. guys decide to be friendlier (fuck youuuuuuu), security tries shaking your hand (fuck you toooooooo), and other girls try to get your attention more than normal. hmpf. kiss my fat fed-up ass. superficial pricks (says the guy who is out with the 2 girls who are valuable because theyre hotties...lol the irony )anyway we go to another place, fight breaks out. people fly everywhere. i almost lost my beer. the guys fighting were useless, there was no blood to be seen, except by other random males who decided to slit their wrists at the lack of chicks in the place. i dont blame them. it was a worse sausage party than last week - when i was walking through the crowd, i swear cocks were hitting my leg like my car going over those little reflector thingies on the road - it was like 'dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga!' as i was walking through the crowd. totally fucking gross. it was cocks at a million miles an hour. wtf, mang? anyway, we chat for a while, and the girls, in all their hotness, were attrating FAR too much attention for that rowdy a place (except for the little blonde who came and THREW herself at the most humble guy in the place
)) becasue i was, of course with other hot women. wtf, mang, wtf. whaddaboolshit) and so i decided to dump them on their prissy little arses till later, when i came back. anyway, after the party, we all decide to go back to a GYM of all places (one of the girls had a key to one...weird) and are lounging around at 4 am when, out of nowhere, while im chatting to the blonde, she SCREAMS like a horror movie (i totally shat myself) and theres this fucking GUY standing in the gym in red underpants WTF?!?!?! its 4 AM!!!!! and RED underpants?!?!? what is this, BBF day? anyway, i was too confused to even flinch, so everyone thought i was very brave (brave my ass. i just didnt know how to tackle mr Red Underpants without the whole thing looking like a weird porno from hell, and my facial expression went neutral while i mulled it over)so yes. we got the hell out of there while red underpants dude did...whatever the fuck old dudes wearing red underwear do in gyms at 4 AM (????!!!!
). i dont even want to know. really. weird prick. and went home. there was no action for The Delicious that night, for all you haters. feel free to laugh. hmpf. bitches.anyway, im over this whole typing thing again, ill type out friday night for you tomorrow (when i wake up. maybe) because i personally didnt find it terribly interesting except that there was yet another huge fight involving real blood this time (good. someone landed something, i think it was just a fist but it may have been a bottle) and a bunch of guys from interstate in my 'party crew' (
) who thought they were Gods Gift to women upon arrival 2 weeks ago, failed a simple task taht i set them (out of interests sake), which was to make eyecontact with a woman who scored less than 3 out of 10. dont get me wrong, there were plenty of them around, but neither of the guys achieved eye contact. L O fucking L welcome to my town, bitches. leave your condoms at the arrival gate, you wont bee needing em if the orangutanians wont look at you on a friday at 2am, sex aint happening without your buddy VISA winging for you )(yes im spiteful. so what. kiss my arse.)
cheerios
