Krigloch the Furious
Pants full of poo
You were tripped by a ninja.
Give me my $5 or next time it'll be stairs at a mountain buddhist sanctuary.
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You were tripped by a ninja.
Give me my $5 or next time it'll be stairs at a mountain buddhist sanctuary.
Owie! I slipped on a flight of hardwood stairs back in February and broke my ass on the way down. The comedians at the hospital gave me a pain shot and put a bugs bunny band-aid on my broken butt and sent me home with instructions to elevate and ice the affected area for 3 - 4 days. I'm glad all you got was bruises. Broken things suck and marble is really really solid. That could have been ugly. How's the cell phone doing after it's tumble?
I hate cellphones
How could you hate such a wonderful, wonderful invention?
The worst is when you fall down in a crowded area. That really sucks balls.
Do you really hang out with people that send you messages like that? hahaIt's a great invention and I really like the fact that I can connect at any time with whomever I want, but at the same time it's an anchor because they can connect with you at any time as well. I usually just turn it off but then you have a million friggin' messages like "OMG WER R U LOLZ!!!"
I'm just sayin' I'm not one of those people who buys a new cellphone every month. I keep them until they literally don't work anymore.
It's a great invention and I really like the fact that I can connect at any time with whomever I want, but at the same time it's an anchor because they can connect with you at any time as well. I usually just turn it off but then you have a million friggin' messages like "OMG WER R U LOLZ!!!"
I'm just sayin' I'm not one of those people who buys a new cellphone every month. I keep them until they literally don't work anymore.
Weird.
I sent a message to a number I thought was a friend's, but it was some angry Italian dude who called me up and started cussing me out. I apologized and hung up. He called me back and started insulting me and I hung up again. He called me back and kept harassing me so I asked him IN ENGLISH who he was and where he was from and if he wanted to really settle this like men over something stupid like a mistaken number, we could meet somewhere...he hung up and never called back. He was just some terrone piece of shit. (No offense Gali!)
You see, Italian guys are a bunch of pussy fags who are scared to death of Americans. I could've been a 100 pound weakling but the fact that he knew I was American shut him up. We can take a punch, they can't and they know this. The sad part of it all was that he was actually really angry over a mistaken number.