Ox.
formerly oxpenguin
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i only need $902 to pay off my ticket
the thread about nothing...
- Thread in 'General' Thread starter Started by Renaldo Balkman,
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- Jul 19, 2012
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am I the only one that hates when people RT compliments people gave them?
that **** is so douchey to me...
that **** is so douchey to me...
- May 19, 2005
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the people on maury is freakin disgusting. oh i smashed my neighbor and now shes pregnant but it aint mine so thats why we here. my girls defending me and i dont even know why but im gonna shut the hell up while she does all the yelling
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Jesus
Let me hold some high society
Back story though?
Work for the G. My boss retired, so the new elected official walked in and just fired all the management. It was a violation of laws, so there was a class action lawsuit. This was december of 2010. Fast forward to October 2012, I got in under the deadline.
No fees, attorney was pro-bono.
And to all my new family, I got the letter of the award, not the actual check. Have to wait up to 90 days.
tl;dr, didn't bother to wait for lawsuit, got a new job, got on the tail end and lucked into some cash.
- Jul 18, 2012
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just found out i'm excused from jury duty...
gllahone84
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At my bros high school graduation
Mad proud of him
And some of these females
Fam sometimes I wish I wasn't 22. The females that are in high school round my way got full bodies on them. That whole generation of females is insane. The girls I graduated with are all bums/junkies. The good looking one I don't even kno where they went deff not college.
I catch myself starin at the mass when I'm in my hood and I don't even care
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No.
Ox.
formerly oxpenguin
- Oct 13, 2012
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that feeling when there's nothing to eat
- Jul 2, 2001
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thadoctadvocate
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Fam sometimes I wish I wasn't 22. The females that are in high school round my way got full bodies on them. That whole generation of females is insane. The girls I graduated with are all bums/junkies. The good looking one I don't even kno where they went deff not college.At my bros high school graduation
Mad proud of him
And some of these females
I catch myself starin at the mass when I'm in my hood and I don't even care
- Jul 18, 2012
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Cherry pie
First day of summer
Eww wee. Bout a pick up some cherry wheat on the way home n some hamburgers.
First day of summer
Eww wee. Bout a pick up some cherry wheat on the way home n some hamburgers.
- Jul 29, 2005
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My late *** pic. From earlier...
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For my next chunk of mildly intoxicated ramblings, I present "Love U", an examination of the lessons about living with a female you only learn firsthand.
She's going to kill me for one of these posts someday.
http://undermyfitted.blogspot.com/2013/06/love-u.html
I've been living with my first mate for over a quarter of a year now, and it's a...very authentic experience. It's like an education on what it means to be in a modern level III adult relationship. (Dating, girlfriend/boyfriend, cohabitation, fiance(e), ring exchange party...come on, keep up.)
Besides being a great opportunity for field study of this stage in a relationship (and research for my 3rd book, but that's later), practice is the best way to sharpen my skills as an other half. In case you didn't know, living with your tag-team partner is pretty much like being married without the tax break. Being in this kind of committed relationship is a full time job. Well, not really, people with jobs receive a salary for it. This is more like an unpaid internship, a learning experience for credit at the School of Relationships. A field study . Fact is, I've learned a lot about being someone's siggie in the past 3 months.
(For the record, I'm pretty sure we're going to work out, but even if we don't I'll get to brag about what a good man everyone is missing out on thanks to my practicum in advanced boyfriending. Trolltastic. )
For instance, my domestic skills have seen mild (and apparently necessary) improvement. Shannon often makes it very clear that I do not have a maid yet and that I should pick up after myself more...which I naturally don't do, but I do plenty for her too. It's called symbiosis and it's one of the most beneficial relationships in nature. Our chores fall into a predictable pattern...I take out the trash, handle some meals, fix broken ****, reach what's too high, lift what's too heavy, do very light tidying while she's at work and defend our home and child from theoretical invaders while making a big enough deal about those things that her doing the rest seems fair.
I've learned that a couple must have at least one minor ******** argument per week. It'll be over something as stupid as a chair turned in the wrong direction, or something as divorce-worthy as the ice tray not being filled up. Voices rise, words are said, the fight goes a round, we return to our corners (she to the bedroom, I to the command center) for a while, lather, rinse, repeat. On special events there's a breakup threat, just so the script doesn't get too stale.
However, the important lesson to come out of this is that neither party should ever refuse the other's first attempt at peace. It's the concept that kept the Cold War at a safe temperature, it's good enough for me too. (I'm not sure how Russia and America used to make up, but I assume they did not employ the same mechanisms.)
Speaking of which, sharing a bed full-time is a new experience. For some odd reason, we have 5 pillows. (Okay, it's because I permanently borrowed one from this really nice hotel. It had an ethereal softness. I regret nothing.) Who gets more? Who gets less? The solution is that I always get 3. If she's willing to be my third, she can have three. When she's not, she doesn't. Why? Well, the reasons for this are complex and a bit esoteric for some, but essentially it's the same principle that dictates that I shall receive the big piece of chicken/slice of pizza/half a sandwich. You just don't **** with tradition.
I've grown not to mind how much she gets on my nerves sometimes. It's how I know she's not cheating on me. You see, women torture you to let you know they care. It's the actualized manifestation of her feelings for me. I don't understand much about women, but I do get that. If she's not torturing me, she's probably torturing the next man. That's called emotional unfaithfulness, and it's the relationship version of a landmine...looks fine until you suddenly lose somebody you care about.
Also, just because weekdays and weekends are almost meaningless to me now doesn't mean I don't find a calendar handy sometimes. Knowing is half the battle. The other half is surviving.
Overall, the most important lesson I'm learning is that we live together. That's not the total obvism it seems like, it's actually a number of concepts packaged together in a statement that sounds incredibly simple. Living together means we have to see each other every day. That means occasionally I end up conceding when I still feel I'm right. (2 reasons: I can be right another day and otherwise the score would get way too lopsided...nobody finds a blowout that interesting.)
It means even when I'm pissed off at her, she's still the woman that's going to be in my home later. This leads to situations like where I was at the grocery store wondering what she'd like for dinner the afternoon after we had argued all morning and hadn't spoken since then.
It means no matter how we feel about each other when one of us leaves, we don't take for granted that could be the last time we speak and choose our words accordingly. It means never forgetting to be friends, because that's where we started and when that stops is where it ends. It also means I have to keep my material fresh...if she hears all my jokes, I'll have to start from scratch...find another girlfriend and get her pregnant. We can't have that.
Point is, we live together. It's something like going on a date with the same person every day...if you can even enjoy it most of the time, you're with the right person. It's something you only learn doing a residency.
She's going to kill me for one of these posts someday.
http://undermyfitted.blogspot.com/2013/06/love-u.html
I've been living with my first mate for over a quarter of a year now, and it's a...very authentic experience. It's like an education on what it means to be in a modern level III adult relationship. (Dating, girlfriend/boyfriend, cohabitation, fiance(e), ring exchange party...come on, keep up.)
Besides being a great opportunity for field study of this stage in a relationship (and research for my 3rd book, but that's later), practice is the best way to sharpen my skills as an other half. In case you didn't know, living with your tag-team partner is pretty much like being married without the tax break. Being in this kind of committed relationship is a full time job. Well, not really, people with jobs receive a salary for it. This is more like an unpaid internship, a learning experience for credit at the School of Relationships. A field study . Fact is, I've learned a lot about being someone's siggie in the past 3 months.
(For the record, I'm pretty sure we're going to work out, but even if we don't I'll get to brag about what a good man everyone is missing out on thanks to my practicum in advanced boyfriending. Trolltastic. )
For instance, my domestic skills have seen mild (and apparently necessary) improvement. Shannon often makes it very clear that I do not have a maid yet and that I should pick up after myself more...which I naturally don't do, but I do plenty for her too. It's called symbiosis and it's one of the most beneficial relationships in nature. Our chores fall into a predictable pattern...I take out the trash, handle some meals, fix broken ****, reach what's too high, lift what's too heavy, do very light tidying while she's at work and defend our home and child from theoretical invaders while making a big enough deal about those things that her doing the rest seems fair.
I've learned that a couple must have at least one minor ******** argument per week. It'll be over something as stupid as a chair turned in the wrong direction, or something as divorce-worthy as the ice tray not being filled up. Voices rise, words are said, the fight goes a round, we return to our corners (she to the bedroom, I to the command center) for a while, lather, rinse, repeat. On special events there's a breakup threat, just so the script doesn't get too stale.
However, the important lesson to come out of this is that neither party should ever refuse the other's first attempt at peace. It's the concept that kept the Cold War at a safe temperature, it's good enough for me too. (I'm not sure how Russia and America used to make up, but I assume they did not employ the same mechanisms.)
Speaking of which, sharing a bed full-time is a new experience. For some odd reason, we have 5 pillows. (Okay, it's because I permanently borrowed one from this really nice hotel. It had an ethereal softness. I regret nothing.) Who gets more? Who gets less? The solution is that I always get 3. If she's willing to be my third, she can have three. When she's not, she doesn't. Why? Well, the reasons for this are complex and a bit esoteric for some, but essentially it's the same principle that dictates that I shall receive the big piece of chicken/slice of pizza/half a sandwich. You just don't **** with tradition.
I've grown not to mind how much she gets on my nerves sometimes. It's how I know she's not cheating on me. You see, women torture you to let you know they care. It's the actualized manifestation of her feelings for me. I don't understand much about women, but I do get that. If she's not torturing me, she's probably torturing the next man. That's called emotional unfaithfulness, and it's the relationship version of a landmine...looks fine until you suddenly lose somebody you care about.
Also, just because weekdays and weekends are almost meaningless to me now doesn't mean I don't find a calendar handy sometimes. Knowing is half the battle. The other half is surviving.
Overall, the most important lesson I'm learning is that we live together. That's not the total obvism it seems like, it's actually a number of concepts packaged together in a statement that sounds incredibly simple. Living together means we have to see each other every day. That means occasionally I end up conceding when I still feel I'm right. (2 reasons: I can be right another day and otherwise the score would get way too lopsided...nobody finds a blowout that interesting.)
It means even when I'm pissed off at her, she's still the woman that's going to be in my home later. This leads to situations like where I was at the grocery store wondering what she'd like for dinner the afternoon after we had argued all morning and hadn't spoken since then.
It means no matter how we feel about each other when one of us leaves, we don't take for granted that could be the last time we speak and choose our words accordingly. It means never forgetting to be friends, because that's where we started and when that stops is where it ends. It also means I have to keep my material fresh...if she hears all my jokes, I'll have to start from scratch...find another girlfriend and get her pregnant. We can't have that.
Point is, we live together. It's something like going on a date with the same person every day...if you can even enjoy it most of the time, you're with the right person. It's something you only learn doing a residency.
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bhergh
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I just realized my ada apartment room is basically a bigger walk in closet ....
like in da heightz
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thanks to iyen or somebody for reposting this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thanks to iyen or somebody for reposting this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- Jul 29, 2005
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Texting gifs errday now lmao
BigDanes89
formerly bigdanes14
- May 10, 2006
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Bday Party in SF Tonight. 
- Dec 19, 2006
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Really want to go to the kendrick Lamar concert tonight but don't have anyone to go with.. Forever alone
- Dec 19, 2006
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Lol I mean I got friend but no one is interested and I'm not paying for anyone. Thinking of just going alone maybe not
- Jun 1, 2005
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I was involved in an investigation today as the lead witness... crazy stuff.
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nothing wrong with that too.
tells people not to write in 'cliff-hangers'
posts a cliff hanger.
wadupdo.
