Joe has been sending me love letters on his alt's alt's alt's alt's alt. I replied, inviting him to come meet me last night. He, of course, didn't show up but sent me a "and I read the first sentence and tapped out" last night to prove how fawkken cool he is.
Well, that was until he sent me a 7 paragraph "please don't forget me" message an hour ago (like 6/630).
On one hand, I'm impressed that he wakes up at normal human hours and his grammar/punctuation/spelling has seen marked improvement over his afternoon boozed rants. I thought he was heading to the muster zone with the rest of the brown people until I remembered his aversion to labor.
On the other, he's an undisciplined embarrassment who can't doxx for shit. I literally told him my company, hinted at my title, and told him the fundraiser I'd be at. Soo many opps for snooping around but nah, like everything else in life he wants someone else to do the work for him.
He's like an Australian Shepherd - he gets not exercise or socialization during the day so he gets antsy and starts shitting on and destroying everything. So you go "aww Lil fella, I'll throw your ball" but after so many back and forths of the exact. Same. Thing. You get bored and rationalize that maybe it's okay if it shits on the floor because having to interact with the little shit is tedious and boring after the first two rounds.
5 comments
1 JoeCumiaDotCom 2019-05-02
And your band fucking sucks
1 YOUREABOT 2019-05-02
The first instrument is called the "English Horn" it's a lower instrument of the oboe family. However u could also play this song on the Oboe
1 lolercakesmcgee 2019-05-02
The English Horn is an InStRaWmInT oF LoWeR sToCk.
1 xterraroc 2019-05-02
Lol you beat me to it...
1 RamonFrunkis 2019-05-02
Joe has been sending me love letters on his alt's alt's alt's alt's alt. I replied, inviting him to come meet me last night. He, of course, didn't show up but sent me a "and I read the first sentence and tapped out" last night to prove how fawkken cool he is.
Well, that was until he sent me a 7 paragraph "please don't forget me" message an hour ago (like 6/630).
On one hand, I'm impressed that he wakes up at normal human hours and his grammar/punctuation/spelling has seen marked improvement over his afternoon boozed rants. I thought he was heading to the muster zone with the rest of the brown people until I remembered his aversion to labor.
On the other, he's an undisciplined embarrassment who can't doxx for shit. I literally told him my company, hinted at my title, and told him the fundraiser I'd be at. Soo many opps for snooping around but nah, like everything else in life he wants someone else to do the work for him.
He's like an Australian Shepherd - he gets not exercise or socialization during the day so he gets antsy and starts shitting on and destroying everything. So you go "aww Lil fella, I'll throw your ball" but after so many back and forths of the exact. Same. Thing. You get bored and rationalize that maybe it's okay if it shits on the floor because having to interact with the little shit is tedious and boring after the first two rounds.