That's my only beef with smoking dope. Everytime I get blazed I get so damn tired I end up passing out.
I remember one time I smoked some cronic that one of my Marine buddies got the last time I was in Chicago. That shit messed me up so bad I was high for damn near 9 hours. I don't know what it was laced with but I was beyond fucked. Mind you, this was off of a bowl and a half.
If I posted my dick online it would get like 15 000 000 views in first minute and that would be just on your computer, sunflowers would move towards internet and older monitors would just freeze because having my dick displayed is like nirvana for a monitor.
I'm so fucking pissed. I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone who happens to have PMS right now. It takes only a spark to piss her off and as a result I am also pissed off. The thing is that she warns me that she easily gets pissed but at the same time her attitude is like "ok, because I have PMS I am allowed to get pissed because its physically justified", and therefore she gets whenever she has a chance.
I. Fucking. Hate. PMS.
I. Fucking. Hate. PMS.
PMS and other supposed physical excuses to justify women acting like bitches are just that: excuses.
Well honestly I'm sure profusely bleeding and hurting like a motherfucker simultaneously aren't going to make you act like sunshine, as my girlfriend says.
EWBID. Every woman's body is different.
PMS means you may be more inclined to be bitchy/cranky/weepy/sad/whatever, but we are humans not monkeys, self control.
Yeah. But you should be nice to her if she is sad. I cried like a dumbass for no reason at a Starbucks once in the height of PMS, and Man-Purse just sat with me saying "there, there" between stifled laughs while I bawled and bawled and everyone else there probably thought he had just dumped me at Starbucks.