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I would call him "a fucking douchebag".
Let's split it, a "passionate fucking douchebag"
I would call him "a fucking douchebag".
Its all the smog. Fucks with their brains.DucksGAF would call him that too if they weren't contractually obligated to shill.
I guessLet's split it, a "passionate fucking douchebag"
You know what you have to doBUT HE'S *OUR* PASSIONATE FUCKING DOUCHEBAG
and he's also patriotic, so he's a passionate patriotic douchebag too
oh god... he's voting trump
Ducks are Trumpers, SMH. Knew they couldn't be trusted.
Not going to lie, I like the very real possibility off Texas turning blue.
Do you have a phobia of pooping in public places? What's that called? Is it just because of cleanliness?I'm trying to figure out what to eat before my flight. I wanna minimize gas and the possibility of shitting in the plane.
Any suggestions?
Congrats Bastardly! That sounds pretty fucking good, wish everything continues to work out for both!Well maybe some of us like farting heaps, iLLmAtlc.
Oh hey story update with that girl I went on a date with two weeks ago. We went out on another one last night. Went to dinner and then went out to a Japanese bar and kicked it late into the night, had a walk by the river and got a coffee and had our first kiss near the Yarra bridge. We both admitted we're heavily into each other and wanna make a thing of it.We make each other laugh. We're pretty much on the same page with who we are as people, are amazingly comfortable with each other, told each other about our history, our trials and tribulations, our relationships with our family, our friends, our hopes and dreams, no alarm bells, a good foundation of trust and honesty etc etc.
So yeah, now we're in that awkward exclusive dating infatuation stage and it's pretty effing good. I honestly believe I'm punching above my weight with her and she thinks I'm not a piece of shit somehow. All it took to get to this stage was to just finally be happy with myself, learn to live a life of independence where you don't rely on anyone else for anything (ergo, not develop any co-dependant needs) and an assortment of other life lessons that teach you how to be the best person possible for a partner. Such as: not having shitty habits that can potentially be a negative impact on anyone you're sharing your life with (drugs, video games, depression) and making (what feels like but shouldn't) HUGE amounts of effort to put the other persons happiness first, but in a way where you're not sacrificing your own but coordinating efforts so that you're... both happy? if that makes sense?
Anyway, sorry for the rant. It's a whole bunch of shit I didn't really debrief myself on until I wrote it down, and reading it back and sharing it with my pals here really helps.
They're modern and it's a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom place, but DO NOT GET ME WRONG. They're SHIT apartments. Loungeroom is way too small, bedrooms moreso and the kitchen is a fucking kitchenette. Also there's a drug dealer that lives above us and the corner opposite our balcony has junkies dealing 24/7. The apartment block is an attempt at gentrifying the neighbourhood, which is somewhat working, but Footscray (the suburb) will always be Footscray.
They're fuckin' grotty and my pillowcases have eye holes cut out still from the last Australians For Trump Rally that I went to.
Fuckin' doxx me and come have a burger with me lads. I dare you.
That would be delicious.
Patrik Bexell ‏@Zeb_Habs
"Reway is treated for 'heart muscle inflammation' related to a not treated upper respiratory infection. Could face season off"
This could be pretty significant
"Asked my cardiologist about inflamed heart muscle, he said: "It can cause severe and at times irreversible heart dysfunction and can occasionally lead to transplant. If his condition is bad enough...not only may his season be pooched but his career as well."
Oh noScary Situation for Reway:
Also from another tweet
Oh no
Well maybe some of us like farting heaps, iLLmAtlc.
Oh hey story update with that girl I went on a date with two weeks ago. We went out on another one last night. Went to dinner and then went out to a Japanese bar and kicked it late into the night, had a walk by the river and got a coffee and had our first kiss near the Yarra bridge. We both admitted we're heavily into each other and wanna make a thing of it.We make each other laugh. We're pretty much on the same page with who we are as people, are amazingly comfortable with each other, told each other about our history, our trials and tribulations, our relationships with our family, our friends, our hopes and dreams, no alarm bells, a good foundation of trust and honesty etc etc.
So yeah, now we're in that awkward exclusive dating infatuation stage and it's pretty effing good. I honestly believe I'm punching above my weight with her and she thinks I'm not a piece of shit somehow. All it took to get to this stage was to just finally be happy with myself, learn to live a life of independence where you don't rely on anyone else for anything (ergo, not develop any co-dependant needs) and an assortment of other life lessons that teach you how to be the best person possible for a partner. Such as: not having shitty habits that can potentially be a negative impact on anyone you're sharing your life with (drugs, video games, depression) and making (what feels like but shouldn't) HUGE amounts of effort to put the other persons happiness first, but in a way where you're not sacrificing your own but coordinating efforts so that you're... both happy? if that makes sense?
Anyway, sorry for the rant. It's a whole bunch of shit I didn't really debrief myself on until I wrote it down, and reading it back and sharing it with my pals here really helps.
Do you have a phobia of pooping in public places? What's that called? Is it just because of cleanliness?
AgorapoopaphobiaDo you have a phobia of pooping in public places? What's that called? Is it just because of cleanliness?
What gets me though is modifying your diet so that you don't poop for 16 hours. Just take the PI'm with you quick. Everyone knows the first commandment of pooping is you avoid doing that shit in public if you can
What gets me though is modifying your diet so that you don't poop for 16 hours. Just take the P
There was also a conversation here about never pooing at work, and even heading home if necessary just to poo. Just clean the seat! Put some TP down! But to inconvenience yourself to such an extent, to me, indicates a phobia.
Shitting at work is the best.
Shitting at work is the best.
Shitting at work is the best.
I'm really hungover Jhonny give me your old wives tale remedies.
If you say more beer I'm going to vomit.
MultiJhonny is right. Water is the best ABV beer for a hangover.
This is the correct answer. Nothing better than waking up, feeling like you need to take a shit but going to work first so you can take a dump on company dime
Getting pop-ups on mobile GAF. Great.
Oh.... hahaha oops
Woah, there might be a couple pretty high picked japanese players in NHL draft in early 2020s
Aito Iguchi is pretty insanely skilled for his age
This guy gets it
Hey Dastardly, listen to the LeBrock ep I posted in the synthwave thread.
Thanks for the well wishes, pals.
We're gonna hang out after work tonight at a dive bar (opulent) and people watch (opulent). Also the UFC crowd will be out, which will make it more interesting.
YOU GET PAID FOR IT
Also the bathrooms at my work now have sanitiser dispeners in each stall. I didn't think they'd be essential at all. As a matter of fact, there was a guy at my last job who used to get laughed at for spraying hand sanitiser on a paper towel and take it to the bathroom with him. But after going to use a seat and noticing urine and brown streaks at the back of it, I've started to finally realise maybe.... just maybe... the seats aren't as clean as we used to think they were.
Every time gets a spray down now.
On it!
It would be interesting to see Asia in the WCOH many years down the road.
silver arrowned
I hope they come back with some vigor in their step
Otherwise it'd be yeast infections galore!
Thank you for not gendering Silver Arrows.
The fact that I called xer "him" yesterday kept me up all night in a cold sweat. I need to crawl into my basket of deplorables.
Woah, did you just gender someone? What if they're a gaseous space orb?