It's the small victories in life.
It's the small victories in life.
You fellas need another kid.
I don't get the end of that story. Why the smugness?
Because I didn't take the dishes through so I don't look after her. I did take them through eventually and took the recycling bin out. Some fucking mouse. And it was raining.
Magic's latest mugshot:
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I'm a twit
Verbal landmine? Smugness? Is this because you can use it as evidence in court? Otherwise I don't get it.
Also: Pussy slayer![]()
Presumably because she was being a shit and made the sort of fuck up that makes her look daft and lets him just lol at her for that rather than engaging in the argument.
Were you wearing the wire? The can all prove substantial come the court proceedings.
Test.
Magic's absolutely donned that exchange.
Like a real man.
She a pussy, MJ. So maybe that's why the bitch be harassin' yo ass.
A successful marriage is a lot like eating an orange, Magic.
It's a sad state of affairs. She sounds insecure and Magic shot of his masculinity. It's a vicious cycle and one I'm trying to avoid myself.
Just eat the damn orange.
You call that a knife? This is a knife!
When people don't get references.![]()
People getting references wrong is worse.
Hey, don't yell at Dquincy, just because he's a little slow.
I'm just upset he took attention away from my joke.
Which one?
I have absolutely no idea what's going on.
Magic's married to 7om?
All blew up this afternoon with the mrs over some Christmas decorations I'd broken.Of course this act somehow symbolised our entire relationship and how I don't give a fuck. I wasn't backing down over this illogical bullshit and in a pit of tears she apologised.
"It'd be nice if you bought me some flowers".
"That would be like rewarding a dog for misbehaving".
Oh snap.
Jesus that's fucking savage.
How have I been dragged into this?
Why don't you just bin her Manc? There's no engagement/marriage, kids or mortgage, right? Get out now.
*whispers tearfully*
Run. Run whilst you can.
Its a better story if you assume Manc speaks first.
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Game over with lass from work. Went out last night for (late) work Xmas do and walked across town and got a taxi with her at the end. She said she wasn't ready. She was really apologetic and said she was a bitch and bigged up how amazing I am blah blah blah.
I said a few weeks ago I was happy to take it really slow, but she's not in a place for it. I felt really, really fucking good about it all too. I really felt great when I was with her and she said as much too. Fucks sake. I've been on enough dates and chatted to enough women to know how rare it is to find that feeling and that kind of chemistry. It just felt right. I'm really, really fucking gutted.
She's not in a place to put out?![]()
Without the context I can see how that reads. Been seeing her for a couple of months
. Posted in here a couple of times about it I think.
Had you guys hooked up prior to this? Or was 'seeing' just dates/dinners etc. If it was the latter, you should've made your move a while ago dude
I do think as a rule, if ever you have to agree to take it slow or give someone time you should just call it a night. It's never going to work.
Not sure where else to put this so it's going in here:
Our kid has been constipated for a couple of days really struggling to get a shite. Every time she goes a wee nugget comes out but she's there for about 10 minutes. So she had tenderstem brocolli, sweetcorn and chicken breast for tea, with an orange for after to try and get the juices flowing. She went to bed fine.
The wife has a thing about locking doors, sometimes I forget and a bloke wandered in to our old flat thinking it was his and he was completely pissed so she got a fright. She's always arsey about that sort of thing. So half 11 comes, and we're both asleep(ish) when we hear someone walking about and trying handles etc. Now in our drowsy state she whispered 'someone's in the house' so I thought this is it. My moment of glory. My baseball bat is in our hot water tank cupboard in the bedroom next to the bed, it's a push/pull door so it makes a noise when you open it. I dived out of bed, ripped the door open grabbed the bat and went out swinging in to the hallway quickly turning the light on ready to assassinate our intruder. What do I see? Our daughter curling a massive log in to the bog, bless her. Short of shouting 'COME ON YOU CUNT!' I don't think I could have made it any scarier. She must have absolutely shit herself.
From her point of view, all she's done is got up for a crap in the middle of the night. She can't reach the light switch but there's enough moonlight with it being south facing for you to roughly see what's going on. And she's met with a crazy man in his pants swinging about a metal bat. Bless her.
On reflection it reminded me of this:
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If you went into her room offering to cut up some brownies after to make up, you're a monster.
She'll probably be too scared to go for a shit for a while now.
Well at least you cured her constipation, still a hero in my eyes.
We know now what the murder weapon will be.