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Citruscide
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Well, as you know... I've had some problems with my anger... I have brutally beaten my shirt on several occasions.... and I am questioning if I am a bit edgy?
So, I get done with my workout with my friend "Buddy"... we have just got done throwing around the 5lb dumbbells, picking up some barbells and shit... man, we were SPENT... So I turn to Buddy and say ... "Hey Buddy, the fat in my belly is getting Lonely?" and he goes "Yeah, let's hit McDonalds"
So, we there there and the lady goes "Hey, you two scrawny bitchclowns... what do you want?" -- I turn and say... "I'd like 2 french fries, 1/2 of a burger patty and just pour come coke in my hands"
She's like "WHAT?! THAT LITTLE?!" I'm like "Yeah bitch, i'm not that hungrY!" -- fucking stupid McDonalds people... geesh
So, Buddy gets the same thing, we wolf down the calories man... and we are staggering out and I notice my FUCKING SHIRT has katchup on it... WHAT THE FUCK! It's last straw time boys and girls... I take my shirt off go into the restroom and attempt to drown it in the toilet... but then, the LARGE meal I ate starts coming up... and I HURL all over... and so does Buddy...
The manager comes out and says "you guys can't come around here no more... and you don't even have a shirt" -- so I say "DAMNIT! MY FUCKING SHIRT KEEPS SCREWING ME!!!"
Fuck, can you believe those guys at McDonalds?? And my shirt??
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So, I get done with my workout with my friend "Buddy"... we have just got done throwing around the 5lb dumbbells, picking up some barbells and shit... man, we were SPENT... So I turn to Buddy and say ... "Hey Buddy, the fat in my belly is getting Lonely?" and he goes "Yeah, let's hit McDonalds"
So, we there there and the lady goes "Hey, you two scrawny bitchclowns... what do you want?" -- I turn and say... "I'd like 2 french fries, 1/2 of a burger patty and just pour come coke in my hands"
She's like "WHAT?! THAT LITTLE?!" I'm like "Yeah bitch, i'm not that hungrY!" -- fucking stupid McDonalds people... geesh
So, Buddy gets the same thing, we wolf down the calories man... and we are staggering out and I notice my FUCKING SHIRT has katchup on it... WHAT THE FUCK! It's last straw time boys and girls... I take my shirt off go into the restroom and attempt to drown it in the toilet... but then, the LARGE meal I ate starts coming up... and I HURL all over... and so does Buddy...
The manager comes out and says "you guys can't come around here no more... and you don't even have a shirt" -- so I say "DAMNIT! MY FUCKING SHIRT KEEPS SCREWING ME!!!"
Fuck, can you believe those guys at McDonalds?? And my shirt??
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