Well well. It's time for more philosophical drivel from everybody's favorite chest thumping poser. Simple question. Do you know who your real friends are? It sounds easy. Most people would think "yes, i know who my real friends are." Well, in this time and age of shit talking and pussy whipping, it's not so easy to tell. I'll give an example from my own current life. I used to be really good friends with two people. Well, one of these people got a girlfriend, and his balls got cut off in the process. Now, the other one has a girlfriend, and is pussywhipped beyond you're wild imagination. Ok, so these two have been slowly teaming up and their girlfriends are trying to turn them against me, and another one of my real good friends.
I told that because it's a segway to my next story. One of the two "friends" mentioned above is really starting to be a royal pain in my ass because I hang out with my cousins! You heard it right. He's pissed because I'm hanging out with family! Well, I've got news for you, it's none of your fucking business. It's sad when you need to constantly look over your shoulder because you never known when one of your "friends" will stab you in the back. I mentioned pussywhipping. I fucking hate pussywhipped guys. They forget that actually have friends. Sure, they have a girlfriend. Great. But they don't need to have a fucking leash tied to their dick every day of their lives. Those types of people are pathetic. They're too scared that their precious girlfriend will break up with them. Whop-de-fucking-do!
I know that this has absoultly nothing to do with anything. But, call me old-school. I like to know who my REAL friends are. And right about now, I'm really confused. And I HATE being confused. I'm about ready to say fuck it, and not call one of those 2, or both of them my friends. That hasn't happened just yet, but it just might. I hope people will read this and get something out of it. Like I said, it's really random, but I feel it's a good kind of random.
I told that because it's a segway to my next story. One of the two "friends" mentioned above is really starting to be a royal pain in my ass because I hang out with my cousins! You heard it right. He's pissed because I'm hanging out with family! Well, I've got news for you, it's none of your fucking business. It's sad when you need to constantly look over your shoulder because you never known when one of your "friends" will stab you in the back. I mentioned pussywhipping. I fucking hate pussywhipped guys. They forget that actually have friends. Sure, they have a girlfriend. Great. But they don't need to have a fucking leash tied to their dick every day of their lives. Those types of people are pathetic. They're too scared that their precious girlfriend will break up with them. Whop-de-fucking-do!
I know that this has absoultly nothing to do with anything. But, call me old-school. I like to know who my REAL friends are. And right about now, I'm really confused. And I HATE being confused. I'm about ready to say fuck it, and not call one of those 2, or both of them my friends. That hasn't happened just yet, but it just might. I hope people will read this and get something out of it. Like I said, it's really random, but I feel it's a good kind of random.
