The Whining and Bitching Thread

You have angered the Ghohds!

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THE GHOHDS

That movie was such shit.
 
Why do stoners like to tell people that they're high? I understand if one rarely does it, because then it's a rare enough occurrence to warrant letting a friend know. But it's not like I randomly initiate a conversation with "hey, I'm reading. I'm so interested in what I'm reading right now."
 
That's the thing. I'm always sober when an acquaintance of mine tells me he's high. That's pretty much it. He just starts up a conversation with me purely to tell me he's high, and then will maybe link some lame stoner rap song.
 
That's the thing. I'm always sober when an acquaintance of mine tells me he's high. That's pretty much it. He just starts up a conversation with me purely to tell me he's high, and then will maybe link some lame stoner rap song.

Dude, you have some really stupid friends.

Whine/bitch: Got out of the shower this morning and smacked the heel of my foot on the floor heater in my room and slit the back of my heel open. Fucking thing bled through two bandaids and my sock. It finally stopped I think but it hurts like a bitch and I'm going to be on my feet all day at work, and I have a gimp. Laaaaaaaaame.
 
That sucks KR. I had ill-fitting boots all the way through bootcamp. Lost probably 5+ mins per morning doing a bandaid/moleskin ritual on my heels so I wasn't in agony.
 
Man that had to suck ass. I distinctly remember the boots I was issued were the best fitting pair of footwear I've ever had. It was the most bizarre thing because I was actually worried about them not fitting properly and getting blisters and whatnot.
 
Yeah I didn't know it at the time, but I needed extra wide shoes and all they had was standard sizing. So the "correct" size was too tight, but the next size up was too loose.

So I had to get extra thick socks and do the little moleskin ritual. At least I went during the winter....

I've got a stash of various boots I was issued that are pretty much worthless for me.
 
Got home after epic new year's celebrations last night, paid the cab driver and unloaded a bunch of stuff out of the boot. About 3 seconds after I close the back of the cab and the driver takes off, I realise I've left my brand new Canon SLR camera which was given to me as a birthday present from my girlfriend only 2 weeks ago on the back seat. I yell and scream and run after him, but by the time I get to the end of my street, he's already blocks away. I call the cab company, they get onto the driver within a couple of minutes, and he responds that there's no camera in his car. FUCK. I tell them that the camera is most definitely in his car and escalate it to a supervisor who tries again to speak to the driver, but he's logged off and gone home. FUCKING CUNTING ARSE. They are of course unable to tell me when he'll be back on, but they reckon that mine was the last job that he did before logging off, so I'm thinking maybe there's a glimmer of hope that the camera is still sitting there on the back seat. So I spent the next ten hours ringing them back and having messages sent to the driver to please check again and call as soon as he's logged back on. After about the 13th call someone tells me that he's working again, he's checked the cab, and no camera. So either he's stolen it, or he's done a cash job after me and they've stolen it. Now I have to get the police involved and try to see if there is CCTV footage from the cab, but I'm not holding out much hope. Happy fucking new year.