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loki604
Don't Blame the Refs
How is everyone doing?
Like I used to say to my wife when I was drunk by noon...."It's 5pm somewhere"....used to piss her off....I loved it...
That's better than what I used to say..."PLEASE LET ME IN!!!":pray2:
Just how drunk are you?:bj:
On a scale of Mother Teresa to Charlie Sheen, I'm a solid Lindsay Lohan.
On a scale of Mother Teresa to Charlie Sheen, I'm a solid Lindsay Lohan.
Rep, Rep, Repidelphia
On a scale of Mother Teresa to Charlie Sheen, I'm a solid Lindsay Lohan.
Like I used to say to my wife when I was drunk by noon...."It's 5am somewhere"....used to piss her off....I loved it...
Hey, how is the roommate and boyfriend situation?
He's not there AS much, but still four nights a week at least (she basically cut back one weekday). I will do what I have to do to get through to May, but she is honestly just very inconsiderate.
She approached me with her BF and said she was having a Murder Mystery Party in November. I went to the one she had last year. Not only was I not invited (which honestly the whole 'murder mystery' part of the party was boring to me after about an hour), but I was asked to not be at our house. I gave her this like WTF serious look. She said it would be awkward (I guess).
I was like, "Okay, how about you don't come to my Halloween party and I won't come to yours?" And I said it friendly...like alright whatever.
She said "Oh, we're actually coming to your Halloween party."
Me: "I thought you weren't that enthused about it."
Her: "Oh I'm not, but we'll come drink and stuff."
I could tell she realized how much of a douchebag she sounded like because about thirty minutes later, she asked me to take a walk and was being all nice to me.
So her and her BF came to my Halloween party (it was this past weekend; needed to be early for one particular guest), drank my booze, ate my food, and partied with my friends, while I'm being encouraged not to be at my own house for her party. I don't care about the costs of the beer/food, but just how much of an asshole you have to be to actually have that conversation with someone and then carry it out.
Day-to-day wise, we are perfectly friendly. It's just weird shit like the above where I feel like that is not normal behavior.
One day when she's coming out of the bathroom, you just walk down the hall with your eyes on your bedroom door. When she enters the hall you clip her chin with your shoulder like it's an accident.
She won't be eating any of your food for a month or two at least (unless you serve chicken broth at your parties).
She may not be "murder mystery" ready for 6-8 months.