"If someone pisses you off, go to the other corner and find a pretty girl to play with"

That's hard to do this late on a Saturday night.
The pretty ones are already home fucking someone else.


   It will be easier to give MP a break until the pretty girls come back out to play.

I have nothing to add to your rant today. But since I commented on the previous 4 rants, I felt I had to post on this one.

Shit! now that I think about it, I guess that means I am following YOU around like a puppy dog. Damn it. Well on one hand, at least now my post does tie in to your thread. I promise it won't happen again. I will only post on your future rants if I have something real to add. Ok permission to bitch slap me if we ever meet, or send my post to the ts board

I gotta rant for you...

WTf is it with me? This fucking guy that works at one my dealerships moved down the street a few months ago. Drank a couple times. Calls me up a few hours ago and he and one of the parts guys come over. They wanna get high and it just so happens I had some...

I can't partake cuz my work does randoms so I tell 'em to have at it. Shits been sitting for a year and a half and they're gooone! Just totally fucked up, drinkin' my beer and I have to laugh!

This is my life. Dad comes over to watch boxing every other weekend and shoot the shit to get away from the stepmom. Mom comes over and brings me food and cleans her jito's house. Friends come over cuz they know my fridge is full of beer and other beverages are on the counter. My neighbor across the street volunteers to watch my boys when I go out of town to see naughty ladies so he can watch ESPN, drink my booze, while his kids play with my dogs.

WTF is wrong with me? How come I can't have a regular life like everybody else? How come I can't just lay down with a wonderful lady and make sweet love to her, without her 'other' phone going off and tell me she's sorry but work is work?

I don't understand. Where did I go wrong?...

this is my bizarre homage to your alias.